Love is a chameleon changing merging into the background Love is the colour crimson bleeds you dry drop by drop Love is the colour blue fucks with your head Love is the colour orange dazzles with the light Love is the colour black buries in the dark well of despair Love is the colour […]
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Unspoken
The words left
unsaid the space
between silence
The hand that would
touch dare not love
unacknowledged
feelings unexpressed
simmer opinions
dismissed rejected
before leaving the
lips noiseless tears
speak volumes as
does your back
staring resolutely
into cyberspace
what is behind the
screen more important
fascinating than the here
and now me avoid admitting
confronting the writing
on the wall screaming
the corpse is your marriage
rotting mummified soon the
neighbours will complain notify
authorities can’t keep it under
wraps anymore the truth will
out then the final curtain
falls the cast go our different
ways to rehearse a new script
the second half of my life post
wedded bliss the male lead fell
crashing from his pedestal the
female in a heap cradling shattered
shards fragments of her heart
wallowing yes indeed wallowing
in self pity anger woe is me why
me why now why all this shit in
such a short space of time to
little old me excuse me script
writer, director, producer i
demand a different ending a
less tragic one the shit does
hit the fan but they work
through it and still hold
hands on that wooden park
bench at 64
Sometimes life is sad it doesn’t
work out the way you hoped
melancholy
Gorgeous is a little melancholic today, suddening realising that this day 21 years ago she was a beautiful bride in plum silk cheung sam sitting on the love of her life’s knee to take their wedding photo. It was the best day of her life followed closely by that early morning half a year later when her beautiful baby came into this world. Her angel and shining light. She was beaming from deep within and so was he.
Alas the fairy tale didn’t last; the princess turned into a middle aged cancer survivor/divorcee living with depression and nursing a broken heart literally and emotionally. Rejection has hit her hard, to the very core of her being and she has had to dig deep, grit her teeth and go on.
Poem a day challenge#13 Agree to disagree
We could never agree to
disagree meet in the
middle now we don’t
meet at all
Gorgeous 