Bittersweet
By hyargo
I hear your words, speaking to me, Whispering and teasing my ears, Taunting me with sugared promises, Laughing, they are, at my wide eyes, Given to rose-colored opinions, And sticky-sweet marmalade bliss. No, don't say them. Don't say regretful words, Regrettable things to be taken back, Disposable and forgotten. Don't say them; Not to me.I met someone on a blind date last year who talked a good talk on the phone. After we met for the first time, he later asked if we could just be friends because I wasn't "Holy Cow!" enough. Those are his words. That's when I realized what a schmuck he really was. Written December 27th, 2001 © on Mar 06 2002 11:21 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"I hear your words, speaking to me,..."