another one for the record

the dream disappeared quite quickly

once they crashed into  each other’s morning breath

The Soulmate idea faded quicker than newspaper pages, that had been pissed on by a bum

Romance lifted like morning mist

Then the dogshit

Had to be picked up

And the fucking doorbell rang far too often

She didn’t cook

And he wasn’t interested in putting up hooks

Presents bought were showed away in spare room cupboards never to be used,

Or rather The memory of a time long gone , was now best put to death,

Rubbed out and fucked off

For all parties concerned

So the puppy love led

to a dogs rheumatic

leg

dragging in piss

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