Some corny cheesy rhyming stuff right there…

Somewhere in the dark recess

of thoughts and needs I daren’t confess

are images I do profess

to hold dear to my heart


Forged in the confines of my mind

and fires that burn, so bright they blind

me to the truth oh so unkind,

we’ll always be apart.


I’ll never feel your sweet embrace

for willingly I take my place

just somewhere else in time and space

blah blah blah blah blah blah


Oh god I am stopping right there I hated that it was so rubbish…My heart doesn’t hold dearest sweet images, if anything it would happily choke you maybe.  And who craves such sweet embrace.  Teenagers maybe and those in the first flush of passion but most my age need to get to bed instead of lingering with anything because they will need to get up for a piss at about 3am.

Hmm wonder if I am all poem’d out for a while.






Author: Michael

Husband, dad,(ex)programmer, comic collector and proud Yorkshireman. I have no idea why im here or why im writing but i rather enjoy it. no great fan of punctuation;

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