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'Oh God, Oh God, what have we done?'
 

Hurried footsteps through the trees

Tell of nights that shouldn't be

Secret meetings bed of leaves

His knees are wet and so is she

 

Was she cheating, did he lie

Who got hurt? Doesn't matter, right?

As long as love is satisfied

Broken hearts are by the by

 

Told her husband she'd be late

A job at work that couldn't wait

His wife a kind believing soul

Said she'd wait up 'til he got home

 

Hurried footsteps 'kiss me quick'

The room was booked by Mr Smith

The need to cheat adds spice to life

Stolen fruit tastes twice a nice

 

Hurried footsteps light of day

They fell asleep there's Hell to pay

'Don't touch me now, just get me home'

'Oh God, Oh God, what have we done?'

 

© Joseph G Dawson
05/01/2018 – 17/09/2016








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