Hotel Rooms

English: A corridor outside hotel rooms in the...

English: A corridor outside hotel rooms in the Hotel, . (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Those days we met
In hotel rooms
And spent such lazy
We made our secrets
And promised twice
To fool all others
About our vice

We drank champagne
In silken sheets
Our favourite tunes
Played on repeat
A recipe for our
Dark, cold hearts
In lies and trickery
Is where it starts

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I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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19 Responses to Hotel Rooms

  1. ioniamartin says:

    Imagery…you are so good at that

  2. Brian Hughes says:

    The only hotel I ever stayed in was a B&B in Fleetwood when I couldn’t find a flat.

  3. You sneaky devil you. Well done.

  4. It starts so happily and then the ‘lies’ and such are brought forth… well played…

  5. Skye says:

    Wow….Sis, this is awesome. πŸ™‚ xxxx

  6. Now that’s quite a cookbook. I love that recipe line. πŸ™‚

  7. Hector says:

    Lovely πŸ™‚

  8. Aka Teraka says:

    πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€
    Very lovely.
    May I share this with you too?:

  9. jrosenberry1 says:

    Wow … this is so delicious and sad at the same time — beautifully well written. πŸ™‚

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