Close

Come to me
Run in the other direction
Kept at arm’s length
Then fight for affection

Be close
Smell of your perfume
Feeling suffocated
Please leave the room

Message me
Encourage contact
All falls silent
Easy to distract

The one with the problem
Or so first thought
Not just me
Happy and distraught

Mark Scotchford © 26/05/2012

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About markious72

Here I wish to let my strange and vivid imagination and opinions run wild. I do hope you like what you read. I would love to be a writer, I won't pretend otherwise. Although it is only in the last couple of years that I have realised it. I guess if it meant to happen it will. Happy reading, happier writing. :-)
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