Musings of a Broken Mind

Opposites Attract (or do they?)

One mans' junk is another mans' treasure,

one mans' pain, is another mans' pleasure.

One mans' greed, is another mans gift,

one mans bandage, seals another mans' rift.

One sweet young girl, with a smile like ice,

breaks the mirrors with her crystal dice.

Roulette wheels spin, hands of time,

dealt an eight but needed nine.

Some play the sinner, some play the saint,

some play the canvas, some play the paint.

Missed opportunities, silk turns to dust,

rewind the past and have faith in your trust.

Two ends of one magnet, the north and the south,

draw passion from words laid at rest in his mouth.

Condescending, the ladies who snarl at the guys,

for admiring their image, with lust in their eyes.

The time dissipates, the when turns to why,

the soil 'neath your feet turns to sapphire blue sky.

The fires turn to ashes, the night turns to dawn, 

but no-one shall notice, for no-one was born.

© Copyright Janine Bignell 2009