We'd exchanged both looks and words
Before the night ended,
Then we said goodbye to our friends
And he walked me home.
There was almost something between us -
He spoke cleverly,
Breath steaming in the cold night air,
But I soon found that he lacked
A sense of adventure, a desire
To see the world through somebody else's
Eyes. There was a warmth to the man,
But no compassion,
And as we neared my front door,
It became increasingly clear
That he wanted only one thing from me;
Something that he thought I owed him
Since he'd listened
To my thoughts and feelings
Whilst we walked home.
I simply told him
"Goodnight.".
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Refraction.
PoetrySo many aspects, colours and themes make up our experiences. Truly, is anything entirely good or entirely bad? Upon weighing up the positives and negatives of the past, do we not admit that even tragedy is- in a twisted sort of way- advantageous? O...
