Ready meals and empty beds.
Playing games inside their heads.
Want to sleep, but only weep.
With secrets thus eternal keep.
They have no feelings in their eyes.
A bucketful of seeming lies.
This a stroke of sorrow.
Mournful dirge.
Contrite purge.
All of this means nothing much.
Putting my pen to work.
Had the day off and being a ****.
Relieving boredom as only I can.
Funny little woman me, not very young but totally free....x
(c)LIVVI