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Emma Allan Poem
At first there's a glance, and the passionate need for the first kiss,
The intense flutter in the pit of your stomach when you both first meet.
The sensitive feeling of their naked body next to yours feels like bliss,
And then yearning for more as your bodies fill with erotic heat.
They are the first thing you think of when you open your eyes each morning,
They are the first person you want to talk to when you're excited, afraid, happy or sad.
When a crowded room is filled with hundreds of people, but they're the only person you see and the only voice you hear talking,
When everything they do is fantastic, and they never ever try to make you mad.
The years go by and there's the hard times and the good,
The sex is still amazing, but doesn't happen as often as it should.
The main conversations you have relate to houses, kids, bills and food,
Planning a night out together is hard work, and you'd rather be with your mates if you could.
Then something changes, you can sense it but nothing is mentioned,
The staying out late, the excuses and the guilty looks you constantly share.
You talk a little less, shout a little more and there's an empty feeling inside,
The thoughts that you are in a nightmare when you realise you no longer care.
The realisation that you don't recognise the person who was once your hero,
The boy you loved with all your heart and were inseparable with, has now grown into a stranger.
The looks of anger and feelings of hate when you argue over nothing take its toll,
That moment you know you don't love this person anymore and the marriage is in extreme danger.
When the ending of a marriage is harder than you can ever imagine,
The best friends and lovers you once were is now like a distant dream.
Your heart hardens a little and the beat changes into a bitter symphony,
Lying on the floor in floods of tears, wondering where it went wrong and wanting to scream!
They say you never get over your first love, you may always compare it to the rest.
Life shouldn't be written like a book, it should be filled with happiness.
Although the breakdown of relationships can diminish your heart and damage your trust with all that's said and done.
But you must remember that life isn't over until death arrives, so we must believe that the best is yet to come....
Copyright © Emma Allan | Year Posted 2015
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Emma Allan Poem
Christmas is all over for yet another year,
The house is a mess with so many toys in a gigantic heap on the floor.
You've overdosed on chocolate, spirits, wine and beer,
You've ate so much veg and sprouts that you're farting more than you ever have before.
The build up has now come to a head which started in October!
Some people are prepared for months and others have a last minute panic rush.
You start to think 'erm, when was the last time I was actually sober!?'
Your food baby belly is so huge that you feel you're in labour and want to push.
After all the hype and excitement you feel a sorrowful little lull,
You start to think about the new year ahead and your future yet to come.
You're fed up of all the mess, cards, decorations and crackers yet to pull,
Well it's all finished till next year folks, all the best for 2015, let's hope it's not a pain in the bum!!!!
Copyright © Emma Allan | Year Posted 2015
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