Bootleg

Bootleg

A Poem by Kirsty Woodward

I watched you go home with her 
I watched you give her that drink 
The drink that persuaded her to go home with 
you 
The funny thing is 
She is another version of me 
She doesn't realise the talk you talk 
If she did
She would've walked away 
I hear you laugh 
I hear her laugh 
But she doesn't realise 
How your heart burns for someone else 
And she is just a two hour replacement 
Until we can pick up where we left off. 

© 2016 Kirsty Woodward


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wow..yes...the substitute...the fling until we can get back to our thing...
and the problem is we love the other too much to let completely go...

so we take a break, knowing we will resume what is probably not good for either of us in the long run.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Kirsty Woodward

8 Years Ago

I love this comment Jacob, thank you.

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Added on September 18, 2016
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Kirsty Woodward
Kirsty Woodward

Nottingham, United Kingdom, United Kingdom



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