Dear Future Husband – Freya* (The Flaker Pen)

ust how far are you?

Are you out for the war?

Or are you struggling with the hustle,

Did you smile today?

Are you ready for me?

Or should i still wait,

Then this are my little words,

Of hope and love,

On the broken ridge of my dreams,

If you ever become mine, infinitely

For no one else to have,

I’ll sir you beautiful lasses,

And for thee bring forth handsome lads,

I’ll hold your hand when you’ve got mine,

Wipe your fears and repair your loose ends,

So when the time comes to part,

When we age and can’t see no more,

I’ll have a firm end and a heart,

To have, to feel and to hold

And as you sink i’ll follow,

Till we can’t float no more.

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I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out...

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