Save the fireworks
The battle is yet to begin
Two days of fortune
But that is no win

The following days were a struggle at best
Thinking of Oxford and a fantasy nest
Weekend and reality are one and the same
Being told what to think over again

If the truth were told my bed would be made
Hiding for life, moving only in shade
But what if the opposite happened to me?
Suddenly 'her and I' would become 'we'

These verses are written and poetry read
My feelings on paper and stuck in my head.

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