Poem: Back To Reality.
Back To Reality.
.
Each time I go out it’s a drag
Because you can’t leave
Well alone,
What causes you to bloody ring
Me hourly, on my
Mobile phone.
You tell me plainly, that you think
I can’t be trusted
On my own
Well finally I’ve seen the light,
Life won’t be normal
‘Til you’ve gone.
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