What would hap’ if I went back homePacked up my bags, upped, left and roamed
I could smoke
Could dance
Could wake with a smile
Knowing life would be good for a while
Don’t get me wrong
Life is not bad here at all
Glimmers of laughter, tickles hee hee
A veritable, sporadic spree of glee
And most importantly
I don’t cry really these days
But inside my heart, deep down in my aorta
Something yearns
Something burns
For a love that’s my own
He’s not mine
Never thought he would be
Really
And most probably
Never wanted him to be
But we do some good for each other
Him and me
Me and thee
Ever the dutiful Siamese divorcee
Can’t be bovvered to worry
To hurry, will tarry
For I’ll find you, my love
The one I will marry
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2 comments:
this made me laugh!! I have to get to work but I will definetly read more...hope you'll post us from Mumbai!!!
Gosh, Penelope, are you having second thoughts? It sounds a bit precarious, is it?
Lizzie x
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