Marie381Uk
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I've been writing poetry since the age of 10. With pen in hand, I wander the realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture you ❤️#Marie381UkWrites
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It’s All About You
My special Love So I walked into the works canteen, you were sat alone with a brew and toast. I was so excited to see you. You smiled, and my heart beat faster as I said hello. I can’t explain how happy that moment was; I had worked with you a few times in the past. We chatted happily. Time went so fast. You went your way and I went mine. When the shift ended and we were all checked in, I went upstairs to the works club. I ordered a Coke, sat down, and there you were, heading over to sit with me. We laughed; I loved being in your company. I think we were both shy. Alas, the club shut; it was again time to go our separate ways. I felt sad. Your eyes were so dark and sexy; I imagined kissing those lips. Maybe in another world you could have loved me and I you. I hoped and prayed you would be in work tomorrow, and you were. Our friendship grew, and you were locked in my heart forever. I just wish I had been locked in yours a little longer than the time we shared. But they say, don’t they, it’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. Someone else snapped you up and took you away, but she could not untie those heart roots or erase you from my memory. I think of you often and relive those special moments we had together. I will take my deep-rooted memory of you one day to my grave, and when God asks what my special memories I have I shall tell Him all about you, my special 381 x 2.
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Bad Parenting
Bad Parenting Sam and Donna moved into the new house. It was much bigger than the rented two-bedroom they lived in. Donna could feel the neighbors' eyes on her, watching as they took the baby cots, chair, and toys. "Oh my," said Donna to Sam, "they have more stuff than us both." "Well, what would you expect from twins?" They both smiled. Mrs. Webber at No. 32 nearly put her neck out trying to see what sex the babies were. They were all wrapped up; it was October, after all.
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Writers
