I looked straight ahead seeing nothing
Not a care in the world but filled with pain
Deep in thought of what might lie in waiting
Not to be spoken of but reprimanded
The unleashed skeleton in my wardrobe haunting
The underground railway filled with strange faces
Train came and left with everyone
I stood still in distress with tears in my eyes
While I missed my turn
Dark in the night at the same spot
I heard his footsteps that spoke authoritatively
The hair on my neck and arms stood in end
I perceived his cologne which filled the night
Made for him, by him and him alone
Confusion swirled in my head, I shivered
He wrapped me tightly in his arms from behind
Whispered into my ears in a soft compassionate tone
I forgive you
You are my love
The only one I can ever love
Please Come back home
EDDAZ 
Make up hugs are the best. Beautifully written, Eddaz!
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Thanks Rob! xxxx
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It’s sweeter to express public affection when you’re not in a so public place. Does that even make sense? Hahahaha
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Haha.. it’s indeed funny but such is life.
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Underground romance gets me very depressed on Valentine’s Day.
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And yeah, it’s better when you aren’t putting on a show for everyone. I find it really awkward when you see two people eating face at a train stop.
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😊
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Lovely. Strange you should have chosen a picture of Holborn underground on the Central line. I worked in Holborn for many years, that picture brought back good memories, many thanks.
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Thanks for reading. I’m glad it brought back good memories to you💝
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