Sunday 5 December 2021
Hermoine
When love is a clumsy dare,
three missed trains,
makes my face solemn ,
red is a wonderful flare,
that love should stay,
instead of being forgotten,
lines going nowhere,
the drink I splashed away,
nights of ached for care,
play them like a solitaire ,
I’ll never change,
always pay at dealing,
on the cafe' square,
trees in the cold rain,
cigarette smoke catches,
my mother at her worst,
rushes me through each day,
that I should be someone,
It's better my way.
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