dead bonquet

May 26, 2008 at 12:07 pm | Posted in life | 2 Comments

And the cause of death was not discovered.
Faded flowers in a vase, but am I
bothered? Beauty is a sharp stick to thrust
in your eye, while love is a fish best served
filletted, so the bones don’t stick in your
throat. Come on, spit it out. The taste of lust
left politely at the side of your plate.
We deserved a three course meal and four squares
a day, but settled for a chip butty.
Now, it’s too late and no-one cares for cold
leftovers. You were putty in my grease
stained hands. For once, be told. A dead bouquet
should be clear enough, else no surcease from pain
is due; only decay and my disdain



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  1. okay… like whats going on with u?? like seriously??

  2. Looks like a riddle this one. Is the bonquet a relationship?

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