Just a hint
Of yesterday
In the eyes
That looked away
Briefly
Just a flicker
Before you
Pulled the trigger.
Turned away
And walked
To another man
Then you talked
Glass in hand
Slightly tipped
Almost spilling
To kiss his lips.
Was he the first
Or just another ?
Since we split
My pain to smother
To smile my smile
Amongst the guests
Disguising pain
And aching chest.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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It was the words first that grabbed my attention then the subject and lastly the beat of the meter itself that cast the spell of mood in sad sense of jealousy without power that just eats. Nicely done Norman.
much appreciation, thanks my friend
Its my pleasure Norman
Sometimes it's all pretence, a show for the crowd.
Couples play the game usually online now.
If you could get in their heads, I wonder what you would find.
couldnt agree more, thanks for read much appreciated
Very moving and very relatable. Very touched to read this my friend 🙏🏻🕊️
thanks and appreciation my friend, its an old poem from about 30 years ago, its been sat idle
Good to have it aired!
Good write N. Any hint of a bus turning up? lol.
plenty of hints but no no 7 lol
I felt this, Norman. There are moments when you smile because there is no damn way you are going to let the room see what is happening inside you. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Yes my friend, written about 30 years ago, thanks and appreciation
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