Baker Street

Sherlock and John are a special relationship, that's all.

Not a roommate,

I can’t be,

Common sense

Is not on me.



Dial the phone,

Send a message,

It won’t take long.


Not somebody,

Not addicted,

I’m a legend,

Stupid people.


It’s a mystery

One sour word,

Maybe a name,

It won’t take long.


I’m not a roommate,

Won’t ever be,

Maybe my friend,

Now you can be.


Falling from skies

Saying good-byes,

Falling to death

Walking out alive.


My deduction

Is a fake,

It’s not real,

I’m now dead.

The End

0 comments about this poem Feed