Darren

Relationship stuff

Blathery bla bla

The rain has begun The forecast is a storm I hear the wind And the radiator, I see bricks and air,

10 years on. A poem

I broke his heart (way back when) He's healed mine

Pregnant fears

Will he leave me if she dies Will I want him here Will he clutter my head Will it end Soon?

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The bin fills up with snot spent tissues The bed only for sleep and arguments

Grumper

The clothes she's grown out of Pile in the corner, And that's how long it's been, That's how long it's been.