Tongue Spillage
Think hard upon
these words
that spill so freely
from this tongue ..
Like so very
many dandelion
clocks ..
Each blown from
here and there,
to kingdom come ..
And while I cannot
blame you
for the weather ..
I do blame you
for all those
silly lies you told ..
And likewise,
for so many other
things besides ..
Like falling
in and out of love,
so very many times ..
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Uffff leaking all over the place!!! The title is amazing! Lies, lies, lies! "Like falling in and out of love" They sting don't they?
Ufff has just becum one of my most favourwritist words .. thanks for bringing it to my attention and putting words in my mouth .. Yours most sincerely ME .. 💜
💜💜💜💜 I use it all the time...sometimes there are no words!
.............................. Uffff 💜
Me word is 'Pffft' whatever that means! Good write N.
No danger of me falling out of love with KP. I never fell in love with her in the first place! heehee.
What stings? Don't answer that. I better ask Liz! lol.
I kinda like the word Twot
Glad you said that, and not 'twat'. One meaning of that is too swoony to repeat in public.
I only fave stuff from my heart and your poems as you well know speak volumes to a once upon a time first love of mine. Extraordinary beauty in your lines ❤️
that's one hard act to follow .. but thank you so bloomin much Teddy .. ❤️
Liking this one, especially "dandelion clocks." In and out of love seems to be a theme today. The language is light in this, but the message leaves a taste of longing. For maybe a better result? Makes one wonder why is she so indecisive? Anyhow, much enjoyed by me. - Phil A.
there is indeed a longing here Phil and I thank you for noticing .. as well as for the visit in general sir .. Neville
I’ve never heard a masculine brand of annoyances to sound so delightful… Must be the English humor…
absolutely spiffing if you ask me ............ thanks for spoiling me Parisab 💛
so true dear Poet supreme!
'toxicity' is a most subtle
yet debilitating, ingredient of love...
(certain relationships seem to be vacuum sealed
in their own cyclical despair
too invested for either party to walk away
yet, within a week of that now
well practised make-up routine
both are playing that cagey assassin game
waiting to see, which lie
will stab deeper
and which betrayal, will eventually
deal that final blow
till then, they're left restlessly squirming
fidgeting, trying to gage the threat
of every kiss and embrace...)
I got the distinct feeling a large portion of my day is going to be taken up saying thank you brother ... Neville
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