You gather your clothes and the act is done,
The curtain rises from the floor,
'I'll call you tomorrow' you say
As you pass out of the door.
I lie here and i wonder
Was that the right thing to do?
I have all these feelings,
but which ones are right for you?
Should we be together or would we only fight?
Could i stand you being here, every day, each night?
Well,
Anyway,
I know that you won't call
And that's the last i'll see of you
Cos that's the way life is,
Don't set yourself up for a fall
Just another notch on your bedpost,
I suppose.
(C) Copyright Victoria Hughes August 2005
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ONE NIGHT STANDS FOR ME HAVE NEVER WORKED, , , , , , , , NICE POEM.