Thursday, 19 April 2012

An Untitled Poem.

A casual remark sparks talk
simple words
words I have dreamt to hear
for months.
"Hello how are you doing?
I'm doing all these wonderful things in my life" she said.
Cool arty things mostly,
I admire the talent.
Those horrible angry arguments seem
so trivial, so futile.
This is both deep and small talk,
words read in your voice.
Though I am ever cautious
A slight mistake
throw me to the dogs and destroy
Maybe this is why we fell apart?

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