once again

love's in the fridge

i make a nice error, a good default
i live a roam-ance with you
to touch your hair in this place no one knows
i have a wife at home with a 3 months old kid
our wedding was supposed to live on but
it won't, it's xmas, i see the snow falling
in my hands.

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Written on 2016-12-25 at 21:25

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Interesting. I too like the last line :)

Lawrence Beck

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nicely written metaphor for love going cold. I love the last line in particular.