Timing is a killer.
She has found us;
white knuckles and
heavy breathed,
she has found us,
incorrect.
She has found us;
not in the same room,
she has found us ready
and overly groomed.
She has found us;
fed us drops of poison,
for two years long,
you chose the wrong cup,
you drank it up, you drank it up.
Take your morning without a kiss;
Take it black,
with too much charm
on ice,
too much harm
in parklife.
My side of the door knob fell to the ground,
you couldn't get in
and I couldn't get out.
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