Bed Space

Short and sweet tonight. Been so busy at this summer job but tonight I'm emotional so needed to write. I think a few Russian EF students are following my blog, hi if you are, I hope you got home safely. The poem tonight is very short but reflects my mood.

The space next to me is empty and cold

I don't like sleeping on my own 

When you are missing from my bed

I wonder where you sleep instead. 

Together at night is how it should be

With your arms wrapped around me

Legs entwined, head on chest

This is how I always sleep best. 

Summer Love

The sun is shining and its hot hot!!! My summer job is going great and we already have our second intake arrived. I was sad to see the last intake go on Tuesday, it was especially sad seeing all of the summer romances saying goodbye to one another. So this poem is inspired by teenage summer love. Something that made the Student's trip to England that bit better. I hope you guys like it <3

Playing ball on the beach

Perfect place for two to meet

Unknown cultures, different tongues

It doesn't stop these young ones. 

Together now is all they see

Not thinking of what will be

When planes depart, and space is made

Will the feelings start to fade?

Time is short, but love is sweet

How hearts feel; now nothing beats

These kinds of love change with the weather

But all of them are remembered forever . 

Missed Call

This ones miserable I'm afraid and personal. At the moment my summer job means that getting to talk is really hard and we are barely speaking once a week :( a mixture of army hours and EF hours have also meant we cannot see each other as we had hoped. So this poem is written when I am sort of cross but also trying to get past the fact that it's not all his fault. Enjoy. 

Hearing your machine I clench my teeth

Draw in a breath and try to stay sweet

'Hi baby just calling to see how you are,

I know its not long but Friday seems far'

'Its been a few days since we last spoke,

Maybe your laptop or phone is broke.'

I know its not true and I don't want to care

But it really is hard not having you there. 

Distance is meant to make hearts grow fonder

But yours drifts off and goes for a wander. 

Two more calls, I promise myself 

Then I will put the phone on the shelf. 

Again no answer, I make excuses

In two minds I battle, one always loses

Roll on my side and hug my pillow

I let myself droop like and old weeping willow

You will see your phone, and know I tried

Listen to my message, and know I lied

Apologies come at morning light

But they cannot take back the lonely night.

Here is also my first picture post of me and Luke. This was at his pass out parade.  

Writing this while slightly drunk, in a mixed mood, totally need to get some sleep

Rain on the window late at night

Wrapped up in blankets oh so tight

Warm in bed as snug as can be

Time for thinking, my bed and me 

The room is dark, eyes are closed

Colourful dances help me doze

I do not to see whats around

But listen carefully to all the sounds

Pipes in the house say goodnight

The boiler and tank are in a fight

I let my imagination run away

Until my alarm tells me its a new day

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