Are you going out?

She sounds concerned
As she calls on the phone
Are you going out
Why are you alone

Like an angel with a bugle
He calls me again
Are you going out?
Please tell me when

like a white skinny spider
That can hardly walk
I’ve been so alone
I can hardly talk

I’m secretly afraid
Or I think that I am
Or I m what I think
Or I don’t understand

How going to Tesco’s
Can be an ordeal
With all the masked people
the atmosphere surreal

she’s made of steel
She’s as strong as an ox
But I’m the one
Who always gets the pox

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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