Thursday, 23 May 2013

A Poem

I started writing this when I was in a bad mood... It shows.

The word falls from your lips,
And my heart dies a little,
Turns from warm and full,
To cold and brittle.
What a slimy, shifting word,
Devoid of all meaning,
A linguistic chimera,
A false, shining seeming.
A traitorous turncoat term,
Does it mean yes, or no,
I fear we all know.
So why not just say so?
Have you no conviction,
Are you so determined to please?
That you hide your meaning

Behind your damn maybes?

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