Out of the Blue
It was not until
She placed
Her perfumed
Finger tips
Upon those
Very perfect lips
He drew lazy
Circles on
Last night
She ever
Realised that
Marriage kids
And roses
Round the door
Were no longer
On the menu
But were
Dreams she had
Since she was
Just a little girl
With freckles
Ankle socks
And lollipop's
Somewhere else
And once upon
A time
Whilst elsewhere
It did
Dawn on her
She had been oh
So very wrong
About so many
Other things besides
Thereafter though
To pardon him
Of all the blame
She had once cast
When anger burnt
Both brain and heart
She opened up
And cried
Moments such as this
She said
Might be all
We ever have
I know
Yet I would
Rather these
Than all the bruises
And the lies
So many men
Have given me
In days long past
I now choose freely
To forget
And willingly let go
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Author:
Neville (
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Comments4
A fine write Neville.
thank you orchidee...
I'll quote some famous words to respond to your fine sweet and sour words today:-
“When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.”
― Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet
and by the very same geezer "When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight".
I am indeed a great fan..... thanks DA
Neville
Well between reading your comments and this fine written piece that took my heart and brain many places. I'm so greatful to be here right now, thank you both.
Much respect for wherever you drew this piece from Nev
But thanks again
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Very elegantly written
thank you muchly my friend....
In life you need to let go of that which has hurt you as the good in life will always outweigh the bad.
Thanks GF60... you and your optimism are a credit to ya species... I would drink to your words, but am fearful that my glass is already half empty...... Neville
Obviously mine is always half full.
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