You
are teaching at school,
You
use writing as a tool,
Heed
my poetic rhymes
With
amicable new times.
I
write and type with a might,
And
while you are out of sight
I
will express a hearty sad gripe
Of
you unwisely taking flight.
I
was ill cutting myself up,
And
I was out of sane luck
When
you packed and left
Leaving
me feeling bereft.
Come
back to me and see
Peace
and harmony in we –
Experiencing
tranquillity
Through
our loving ability.
I
am lonely without you,
I
am so feeling quite blue
Without
you to duly woo
With
a new love to renew.
©
Andrew Stevenson 20/08/2017
An edited piece.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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