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Just Once, For The Fans
Late nights,languishing and losing at the endless game we play,always your girl,always in the dark about what you think about when our lips lose control,and love is let down,one more time, for the fans. Just one more passionate poem about you,until the next time I get nostalgic,one more taste of frantic, fruit salad flavoured forgiveness,before…
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Her Jazz Singer
She spotted me on cloud nine,singing jazz to the soft, spring rain,and snatched me up right away. Everybody belongs to somebody,but I was still waiting to be found when she came upon me,and in an instant,it felt so right to fall into her arms,so right to fall at her mercy,to falter at the first hurdle…
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Cruel To Be Kind
Lies taste like true love,to lips that have lost their minds.How long have you searched?
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All I Want For Christmas Is You… To Stop Being On My Mind
Last Christmas, I thought about you, briefly, as I put away the shopping and spotted your favourite after dinner treat in the cupboard, at the insistence of the company I was expecting. Nothing to do with you, no reason to think of you, but down the rabbit hole I wandered. Down the depths I slipped…
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The Workshop
I am a night owl. I always have been, and I think I always will be. I struggle with sleeping, and for most of my life, I’d just scroll through the internet as the early hours of the morning crept closer, looking for something to entertain me. Now, my late nights have a purpose. I…