Tuesday, 14 August 2012


The stone burns with passion
But all the while her hesitation spoils
The smooth edge; The polished surface
Cased in hopes, surrounded by dreams
Broken by secrets

His love was an uncomfortable truth
The elephant in the room, daunting, grey
Hers was uncomfortable for a different reason
As the expectant faces looked for a nod
A smile, an embrace, a memory born

But nothing came of it
Three months' saving and a lifetime of hurt
All wasted

Time heals all wounds,
They say.
They say, they say, they say...
All the while they watch, and they judge.

"...I would never..."
"...In the champagne..."
"Tacky, dated, unoriginal"
Yes, all synonyms All substitutions for his name But kneeling there, one knee down The man now knew his fate.

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