Poem -

Social butterfly...

Social butterfly...

You may clip my wings, but I'm still a beautiful personĀ 
Only a few drinks, days later and you're still cursingĀ 
Not every man I talk to wants to have sex, it's all in your headĀ 
I chose you to spend my life with, together we should feel blessedĀ 

Some of the world isn't callousĀ 
There's no need to be jealousĀ 
I see it in your eyes, it's no surpriseĀ 
You think I'm a cheater in disguiseĀ 

If you don't trust me, how are we meant to be happy in ourselvesĀ 
If you won't let me fly, we'll just be living in a hopeless hellĀ 
Don't box me up, I'm not a precious gift you can just mendĀ 
Why do you always think a man and a woman are more than friends?

It's not about age
It's not too lateĀ 
You're as young as you feelĀ 
Spread those wings and be free
TalkĀ 
Eat
Drink,
Walk
Read
Think,
Laugh
Smile
Kiss,

Now im living free, from what you wanted
I'm not breathing for you, there's the gauntlet
So If it's a sad reality goodbye...
Then I'm sorry, I'm a social butterfly!Ā 

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Nigel Cresswell...

TalkĀ 
EatĀ 
Drink
WalkĀ 
Read
ThinkĀ 
LaughĀ 
SmileĀ 
Kiss.Ā 

A recipe for a good life.
Excellent write mate,Ā 
NigelĀ 
Ā 

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Wayne Stubbs

Haha everything with a little pinch...
thanks Nigel ????

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Angel

Good write angelĀ 

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