wrong things have been done
people have been kissed
flowers've been destroyed
by firmly clenched fist
friends and lovers met
eyes without the gleam
that looked over cup of tea
and thin streaks of steam
noses getting bigger
skin begins to harden
every word that has been said
returns as a burden
growing in fear of settling down
of never be forgotten
since every word that has been said
returns loathful and rotten
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'noses getting bigger
skin begins to harden
every word that has been said
returns as a burden'
Brilliant!
forgive my feeble attempt
at a poetic reply below
(have had similar conversations
or rather
ending's wrapped in bubble wrap
yet within us, that needle exists
prickling it disquiet
is this it, it needles
all those hopes and dreams
wished and unvoiced prayers
amounting to a box of belongings
a finale shadow's waving visage
and just like that
we're meant to turn a page
begin our lines again
but someday soon, far too soon
we know
we'll run out of blank pages
the past's ink
staining, our future's horizons
fearing
we won't have the energy left
when the right fit, walks into our life
we'll just be watching-on, lamenting
why poetry's right words
never come to us in time
and life's smile
is delivered in handful shards...)
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