I
pacified you with kisses,
You
had a mutual desire,
I
still have many wishes
Of
you lighting my fire.
We
hugged for durations,
Adhering
to supplications
Of
some loving embraces
Lighting
up both our faces.
You
were aglow with brightness,
Alleviating
some of my madness,
As
I have a sad, mental condition
Which
affected your rash decision.
We
split-up after a mental bout,
Which
made you have doubt
About
carrying on with me
During
this grave mentality.
That
is all in the late past –
Will
you become my Lass,
I
am now sanely sensible
And
strive to be respectable.
©
Andrew Stevenson 17/08/2017
An edited piece.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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