God, I miss you already,
You only left last tuesday,
And I'm beginning to feel less edgy
Oh
I payed for your returns
Prayed for your safe return, and I regret it
Cause when you said you'd leave yeah you meant it
When the birdie flies away just let it
and let go
I hate what you are making me feel
yeah, I hate you for making me feel
I got three words
And one's for you
But praise is only given when due
And I cannot wait for you
Throw me down the stairs and shout aloud all of my names
Sing to me my darling play us all of your mind games
Let's go
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Unrelated... A series of weird and wonderful poems
PoetryA collection of the unusual and the very usual poetry, A collection, a series, A set which grows over time © P.H.Dyer, 2011-2012 All rights reserved Note: I have had issues with people using my work without authorisation, and so I've had to put thi...
