You deface my belongings with Dora the Explorer plasters
We argue over who is the fastest
To eat dinner and wash the plates
And if we smash a few, it's my mistakeI covered your bedroom in toilet roll
Then to clean it I made your sign over your soul
In crayon onto a sheet of printer paper
That you split OJ over laterYou ripped open my beanbag but before I could blow
You claimed the polystyrene filling looked like snow
Tossed a handful into my hair
And charged it remained suspended thereIf I upset you, you won't get a kiss or a hug
Just an attempt to escape the hole I dug
An offer to do something that you choose
It's guilt that I only express by the choice to loseAffection isn't used when it should fit
Because we've been raised to suppress it
But that doesn't mean we're not a team
We're closer than it might outwardly seem***
I actually wrote this a couple of years ago, but I was looking over it and it still seems relevant, so here you go.
Perhaps a bit more literal than my usual poems, but I think it gets across the point well.
Thank you for your support, and have an awesome day.
Alex xxx
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Under My Sofa
PoetryWhen I was little I wrote in the space under my sofa. Now I write on top of it. That's not poetic. I'm just too big to fit underneath anymore.