A fantasy she was...
He wasn't sure, and so he told his dad...
three blue candles in a row where she knew she shouldn’t go in a room of closed desire smoke now circles ever higher lying thoughtlessly has crept promises have not been kept but she does not care somehow in the feeling she has now for the burning justifies broken vows and sequent lies as she … Continue reading "three blue candles"
And just like that, the world gets flipped And everything gets changed; The certainties they thought they knew Are mixed and rearranged. It’s people being what they are, Though we wish we were more — And just like that, the pleasure starts The grief that is In store
how strange the moments are that lead to lies -- those parts we don't acknowledge, or discuss -- or how our fantasies can play us false, or why we think that dynamite will not explode on us
she spoke not, but she stood, and all was good save broken promises
she will not say the secret words she knows would bring him close to her; she will not do the hidden thing she wants to do, and would prefer — she will believe in brighter days, she won’t, at last, give in — she wants, she will, she knows she wants she will at last … Continue reading "she will knows wants"
She is a sight to see.
Who was it then who stole her man? She thinks about it, hour on hour; She sees a vixen in her mind, A ruthless tramp who used her pow’r To break a marriage, carelessly, Some slut who took him by surprise: Instead of someone, just like her, Who had been fooled by smiles And lies