It was early one morning About quarter to three When I noticed A face in my space Looking at me ‘Face in my space’ I declared ‘Why my space…?’ But the face in my space just glared. The next day at breakfast I thought of him sitting there my mother I did tell ‘Don’t tell lies’ she snapped ‘And I told you to comb your hair!’ then days went past and I was used to see my space with his face eyes following me I started feeling angry Feeling a bit mad That’s my space He’s sitting in And I’m the one feeling sad!! So I decided once more to confront him with more force ‘Now look here’ I cried ‘You need to leave’ ‘It’s a matter of course!’ The face in my space Looked up all gloomy ‘Ok then’ he spoke ‘I’ll be gone’ ‘I’ll find another roomy’ And with that he disappeared My space just bare feeling disgruntled a little alone Being made to stare
Reason for writing:
no reason. I was at work bored out of my nut
Birth sign: Aquarius
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