Cider flower beds.

Do you remember,
The day that we met?
You were so drunk on cider,
Because of a bet.
You collapsed on the grass,
Where you mustn’t tread,
Surrounded by glass,
Face in the flower bed.
You were a loner,
A stoner,
But i needed to know,
Would you turn up for the final show.
So we talked, and we laughed,
And we walked, and we barfed.
And the days came and passed,
And we grew closer,
Than most.
But it all went too fast.
And we didn’t last.

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Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

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