Poetry

Filling The Stead

Bottled up feelings have me seeming cold,

This back and forth act is getting rather old,

I have given my all and you’re still not sold,

Give me the word and we can start this mould

 

More promising times seem to be ahead,

Will it make up for the amount I’ve bled?

I’ve listened to every word you’ve said,

For you are the only one to fill this stead.

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