back when things were simple
you were but a face in the crowd
a smear of paint in the corner
yet you were my focal pointwe started with a spark
which ignited our passion
and when we were together
we were invinciblebut as months ticked by
salty tears began to mingle
with glistening beads of sweat
exerted only to please youwhile you brushed my affections
into a dustpan and buried it
leaving the grave unmarked
as if our love had never beenyou told me to lock my heart and
give you the key for safekeeping
so we can share secrets
through our embracewith your tongue pressed
to the roof of your mouth
suppressing the lies
leaking through your teethduring our stolen kisses
and falsified wishes
a wonderland
without the wonderyou used a language of love
to excuse your lack thereof
as your poisoned lips said
c'est la vie.
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PoetryIn which tiny snippets of time are cut and pasted together. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Poetry #30 (29/01/19) © 2019 evethespy. All Rights Reserved.