Our Pact. Poem by Peter Vealey

My darling,
Who I worry about,
I really do.
But is my advice sound?
Wrapped in a mausoleum wrap
Grey uh!
I wouldn`t have chosen that.
Blue is my colour
Football is my drug,
Nellie drifted off
Sometime ago,
Without saying goodbye.
Rude mm!
We derided ordinary
Life.
Hid behind closed ears.
About a new dream.
Bring on the facial, forceful.
Oh, I am not a "Dave, Sharon or whoever's
Of this world,
"Give me the real McCoy
Anytime,
My Love",
We are one
Against the world.
Gulliver and Juliet,
Exchanging numbers
At the window
Of nonsense
And neverland.