Just another argument,
Just another day,
Bottle of gin beside me,
Trying to find a better way,
Out of here,
To get things clear.
Away from the head#$@%,
The lies,
And heartbreak.
What you said,
Was it really meant?
Or was it all just a fake?
A comfortable deception?
But convienent to who?
A miscalculated perception?
But from what point of view?
I think of you,
To us this is nothing new.
But as we tear each other apart,
Ourselves we fade away.
I lie here crying,
While you rented your wife and kids today.
Soft words and empty kisses,
Momentarily meet your demands.
But God's rose petal ice cream,
Sure melts slowly in your hands.
Doesn't she?
Comments
good name
Oscar was Wilde
a Libra too
A wonderful poet
all knew
Eh?
What has this comment got to do with my poem?
I read your bio
and
these words thereafter from my mind did flow
if you say I'd let them go
and
let em down the THAMES
FLOW
only if you want it so!!!!
I'll delete this one also
just say so....
Apologies
I was confused sorry about that lol
I like this because I can
I like this because I can feel the pull of strong emotion; but that being said, I feel the use of rhyme waters down the intensity of your feeling.
I found BPD very intriguing
Thankyou
Thankyou for your input