THE LONGEST DAYS
Leads to the longest nights
Whilst sat here wondering, pondering
Foot and leg upon the table
The other across the arm of the chair
A cold cup of coffee sat there
Staring at me to be sipped
And all the time
I rest my head
in my hand
Am I able?
Can this relationship be stable?
With its up and downs oh I frown
Or am I just his clown?
Oh this heart is beating down
Call me, call me let this be
© Teresa Joseph Franklin
29th October 2013
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