Posted in Poem: English | Categories: Non-Erotic | Tags: fss, poem, wickd.witz
I am alone in my big quiet room
Thinking what if you are here
And not so far away
Out of reach and out of touch.
Will we watch a documentary
While doing footsie under a blanket?
Will we play truth or dare
With a bottle of gin or rum?
Will we go camping?
Will we end up hugging?
Or will we end up wacking
Each others' head and call names?
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