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Alone
The house is not the same since You left
the cooker is angry - it blames me
The TV tries desperatly to stay busy
but occasionally I catch it staring out of the window
the washing-up's feeling sorry for itself again
it just sits there saying
'What's the point, what's the point?'
The curtains count the days
Nothing in the house will talk to me
I think Your armchair's dead
The kettle tried to comfort me at first
but You know what its attention span is like
I've not told the plants yet
they think You're still on holiday
The bathroom missies You
I hardly see it these days
It still can't belive You didn't take it with You
The bedroom won't even look at me
since YOu left it keeps its eyes closed
all it wants to do is sleep, remembering better times
trying to lose itself in dreams
it seems like it's taken the easy way out
but at night I hear the pillows
weeping into the sheets
HN
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thx Skye
nice to hear this
and this is very "present" because I miss Marie very much...
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Nice, Marvelous.
I'd feel the same way if I was missing a girlfriend as hot as yours.
Speaking of which you need to introduce me to some nice Polish beauties. Where are you hiding them Marvel, where!?!?
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:] no problem BohemianDonut, I Don't hide them, they're waiting for U :D
peace Man :D