Vacant hours increase with excuses
You have so much to do; that’s what you say…
Can’t spare any length of time like you use to do
What’s the inspiration for your new cologne spray?
There is an aggravation that messes with my head
It is an itch of doubt that won’t go away with shampoo
My eternal love for you was declared for all to see
Suddenly, I want to remove my aching blue heart tattoo
The dinner is over cooked and beyond shriveled
You arrive without an appetite and go to bed
As another day begins the atmosphere is clouded
Anger lifts its head and declares that love is dead
Another ten. I could say something about love, but this thought just struck me. So many things have been said about love and we deal with it continuously in all kinds of ways, I wonder if we really know what it is.
THIS IS GREAT A COLD CONCLUSION IN DEED...A CONCLUSION WE WOULD RATHER BE IGNORANT OF THAN HAVE KNOWLEDGE OF...POIGNANT WRITE...[APPLAUSE]
A cold conclusion...accepting a fact that we would much rather deny...great composition
a poem open our heart with a love You arrive without an appetite and go to bed As another day begins the atmosphere is clouded
grief, betrayal, resignation- atmosphee created with nice visual images. please read my poem when love is dead
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like your tie in with the cold dinner, and your title. Another vivid image is your 'aching blue heart tattoo'. Love can go severeal directions. Not all of them are happily ever after. I've tried to deal with this in 'Lovers Leap' and 'Recrudesce.' As my Momma used to say, 'When they start to stray, it's time to nueter or spay.' She was sharing more than advice on my dogs. Tom