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"It happened in the kitchen"

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Bohemian fools and dreamers 

However did we wind up here 

Close to wreckless dried up tears

On cold, hard, painted faces?

 

I asked if you had a penny for

My ailing, floundering thoughts

You told me that you didn't love me and then cast me off,

Alone among your long lost things, flung like rubbish in the street

I found myself sitting there and I began to weep...

 

You loved me then, I knew you did, so why would you not say?

It rotted both our loving hearts and then I pulled away.

All I wanted three small words to beckon me to stay but you threw me out and I slowly walked away.

 

I know you really loved me , I saw it in your eyes.

You treated me like your enemy and of course I cried.

When loving hearts and loving minds all are gone away,

It happened in the kitchen on a Sunday.

 

I said 'You love me darling!' You didn't even blink.

You loved me in your heart of hearts although you couldn't think.

Maybe things would be different if we went back today?

Now those days are over and our love just went away...

 

But my oh my, oh dearest boy, how I loved you then!

Bohemian fools and dreamers, our love came to an end.

If we weren't poetry, I don't know what we were.

I will love you always, my fond friend.

 

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Written by Narcissus
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