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  May 2017 Garry
Sara B Fagan
you picked her, I smiled anyway
Garry May 2017
I loved you
But you left me
You had other seeds to sow
You packed your bags
And said
“goodbye It's for the best, you know”

But you never
Actually managed
To leave the house and go
You're still buried
in the garden
Cos i killed you with a ***

30th April 2017
Definitely not autobiographical, before you go and call the police.
Garry Apr 2017
You could be clever
You could be rich
You could be famous
All over the world

You could be happy
And witty and free
You could be handsome.
But could you be me?


March 2017
Another poem that worries away at the idea of identity. Who we are and how we appear to others  and how others appear to us and....
Oh well  at least it's  not too dark and no one dies in it.
Garry Apr 2017
Sad eyes
only see
Dull rainbows
What we see and how we perceive is affected, by how we feel.
Garry Apr 2017
Ripped jeans and tight curves
Dark dancing eyes to die for
Will you marry me
What can I say. I warned you all I had a thing for eyes and here they are again.
Garry Apr 2017
Running ears flapping
Eating and sleeping at will
I want a dogs life.
Garry Apr 2017
Dandelion lawn
shiny yellow in the sun
**** have to mow it.
That time of the year, sadly
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