![]() WorkA Poem by Broken.buddy![]() Written on the request of Sam Zaman![]()
Working my way through a blank page
Every minute of the day, I am stuck in the cage What keeps me alive are smells of coffee and her breath I will never get her, she is like crystal meth Completed programs are compiled by me Every minute of the day I would rather let it be What keeps me coming are her face and her warmth I can never marry her It just seems to be the norm Floating ice in my Glass of whisky A flowing river far away by the window side Birds are flying , returning home But I am tied to my chair Sleeves rolled Meetings and talks As I keep watching my computer like a married spouse The new blonde receptionist leaves And I die a little on the inside © 2016 Broken.buddy |
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Added on August 10, 2016 Last Updated on August 10, 2016 Author![]() Broken.buddyUnited KingdomAboutI write likeCharles DickensI Write Like. Analyze your writing! more..Writing
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