Sunday, 12 March 2017

Wanting You Back

The hours pass by slowly,
Drawing in the night -
I can get lonely -
So heed this plight
With how I write.

I can weather a storm with my ink
Which can make you rationally think;
Distracting I with faculties to bare
Of my time consuming Care.

As the sentences materialise
And you weigh up the words for size
I'll feel a sense of deep achievement -
A testament to you hopeful appeasement.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson. 12/03/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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