I spy you under the surface
Cannot wait until you're mine
Oh how we will meet
Yes we will meet in time
You grow inwards
As my love grows strong
You're twisting and turning
As a pain lingers long
It's a special kind of love
A love but also hate
You've been growing inwards baby
You're my longest loving mate
As I squeeze you from the surface
A great pleasure as I set you free
A special love is lost now you're out of me
Oh you, my ingrown hair
About the Creator
Emily Sara Andrews
Performer, Artist, Arts Facilitator, part-time poet and occasional spinner of yarns, not necessarily in that order.
Living and working in Stoke-on-Trent she takes inspiration from the wild, the weird and the ordinary.
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