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John Bartholomew Mar 2021
You make me smile in your ever lost misery
And sleep as sound as a dry riverbed once purred
Words that reveal
That heal
And just make the final seal for my prayers
As I look to the God's as I kneel
I'm gay
I'm straight
I'm as bent as the next partner I feel
I am what I am
Hence, goodbye

And sigh......

JJB
Nothing ever really makes any sense. Does it?
John Bartholomew Mar 2021
Half a million hits
Whilst the pervs progressively click
Lacy knickers on as there she solely sits
Bra on the floor just flashing her...oh my!
I'll let you fill in the rest of the bits.

JJB
John Bartholomew Feb 2021
She up and left
without a breath
Was it something I said?
That morning kiss
Such small things I miss
As I lay alone in our double bed
Your annoying 7am alarm call
To that lingerie that made me just drawl
I still can't believe you are gone
But I must move on from your memory
Such new adventures still scare me
As I am,

Lost without love.

JJB
John Bartholomew Feb 2021
The good Lord watches
I sit and watch with him
(He nods in agreement)
He gives it ten minutes
(His face saddens and frowns in disappointment)
Yes my Son, I now see why you must leave her
A reason is not only yours until you have an agreement
I feel the Lords eye was my biggest nod and waver for this unwanted decision as,
We all have our reasons.

JJB
John Bartholomew Feb 2021
I can feel it
Is it the place
Is it the company
Is it the time
Is it the day
Something is coming
Something very soon
I'm telling you
I can feel it

Somethings Happening

JJB
John Bartholomew Feb 2021
It's the only page in your diary marked as free
As none of us know when that day will be
Who will turn up as I'm lowered into the ground
The landing of box to soil being my final sound
As life only has one certainty and that sadly is death
For nobody knows what lies beyond as we take our final breath

JJB
John Bartholomew Feb 2021
I know I'm a nice bloke but we all have our faults
I talk a good talk but need to tighten a few bolts
We slap on some make up to cover our flaws
But being a gentleman I'd still hold open your door
I can't afford the Caribbean so it's a caravan in Wales
We can get drunk in the local pub and listen the locals tales
I'd rather stick with my mates than the hoi polloi set
Hey, that's just my choice,
Nobody's perfect

JJB
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