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Gordon Fussey Apr 2017
She arrived an hour late
I hadn't seen her for about ten months
We spoke for three quarters of an hour at least
She left this morning, fifteen seconds after she remembered me

     The smile that took my thoughts again
     From insecurity to a higher plain
     Saved me from another streak
     In a void for the terminally trendy weak

     A brief respite or painful act
     Based on the love of a factory cat
     The night had gone and left all seeing
     A ghost in the bathroom mirror steaming
Gordon Fussey Apr 2017
Banded around personal favours
Telling lies about love and war
Running up your leg like electric shavers
Ecstatic on the ceiling, then crash on the floor.

Different friends for different reasons
Hit the bottle and it will provide
That drunk, that feeling, those bedroom curtains
One sole goal will override.

Out of sight, out of mind
Wasted hours within desperate days
Throwaway sentiments of the midnight kind
And another heart is smashed to pieces, and always.

Is there no end to misery?
Seems falling in love is a ****** crime
So it's headlong into reality with a massive shove
Heart pumping **** through a hole in a dove

— The End —