Let’s try be serious this week and see how it goes. > Friday.

Oh I’d smile and watch you weep

Tears as cold as your heart

Beautiful promise you couldn’t keep

Sickly sweet they dripped from your tongue

How I’d laugh as you tell me why

Acrid lies spilling over your lips

Pooling stagnant at your feet

As I remember his hands, gentle on your hips

Sweet moments soured and stained

And fists clenched, confined to experience

A heart now free once chained

No regrets, no forgiveness. Just nothing.

Author: Michael

Husband, dad,(ex)programmer, comic collector and proud Yorkshireman. I have no idea why im here or why im writing but i rather enjoy it. no great fan of punctuation; View all posts by Michael