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December 10, 2012
It’s the one that catches
you quite off guard,
that does the damage,
in your heart’s back yard.
November 28, 2012
She heard his voice, and knew in
seconds they’d be face to face.
She heard his nearing footsteps
and felt her heartbeat gather pace.
November 27, 2012
A broken promise,
a scurrilous deed.
An act of treason,
based on need.
An altercation,
where handbags flew,
when she discovered
he’d slept with you.
November 25, 2012
You came, you saw,
you loitered with intent.
I saw, I came,
I willingly did relent.
When you awaken to find his
toes tickling your feet, and his
heart against your body, racing
at a speedy beat.
You know there’s just two seconds
to come up with a plan, to figure
where you are, and who, beside you,
is this man?
November 21, 2012
She had tried to find him more than once,
but the trail had always gone cold.
With a name so common, it seemed impossible,
so her story remained untold.
Puppy dog eyes
Longing eyes
Eyes that say ‘I care’
Scornful eyes
Shifty eyes
Eyes that say ’beware’
Contact eyes
Piercing eyes
Eyes no longer a pair
Winking eyes
Undressing eyes
Eyes that lay the soul bare.
November 19, 2012
How can one speak of romance,
if emotions have never been stirred?
How can one write of abandonment,
if heartache has never occurred?
Climb aboard this fast express,
before it leaves for a new destination.
Then disembark as the whistle blows, and
put the experience down to recreation.
He’s the cherry on my cupcake,
the lemon in my tea.
If only he knew how well off he’d be,
if he bothered to notice me.