Work
Work
8 hours of toil,
hours away from home.
Early morning headache,
Eased only by her kiss.
Business as usual,
High veined stress,
And the lingering image,
Of her hair in a mess.
The commute back home,
An eternity takes less.
The key unwillingly turning,
Puts my patience to the test.
Tired and drowsy,
I fall on her chest,
The smell of her body,
Home at last.
8 hours of toil,
hours away from home.
Early morning headache,
Eased only by her kiss.
Business as usual,
High veined stress,
And the lingering image,
Of her hair in a mess.
The commute back home,
An eternity takes less.
The key unwillingly turning,
Puts my patience to the test.
Tired and drowsy,
I fall on her chest,
The smell of her body,
Home at last.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Benjamin de Rooy: | Maandag, augustus 13, 2001 03:34 |
| Drie letters zijn voldoende...... WOW!!! | |
| Daantje: | Zondag, augustus 12, 2001 10:35 |
| home doesn't feel like home if you're not there.... Home is where the heart is and my heart is with you.. Love this poem btw... and you!:) kiss,Daantje |
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| christina: | Zaterdag, augustus 11, 2001 08:35 |
| zoals het klokje thuis tikt he liefs christa |
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| Robski: | Vrijdag, augustus 10, 2001 20:29 |
| Maakt een dagje werken een heeeeel stuk leefbaarder.. het geruststellende van thuis te komen en in de armen van je geliefde te mogen vallen... :) Mooi joh.... Greetz, Rob |
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| CJ: | Vrijdag, augustus 10, 2001 20:08 |
| Home sweet home :) lovely feeling eh! love CJ |
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