Exercise 100711

If only I could

sweet-nothings you like

I used to. But

a bitter taste is

in my mouth now

and I can’t hide

it even with all

the liquor I take

each night and day.

The best I can

ever hope for is

that my liver gives

out, or one of

us finally unbolts the

door to our hearts,

and finally walks away.


© 2017 L. Tafa


Author: b20f08

I enjoy solo wargaming and writing. The first caters to the boy that never grew up; the latter satisfies a deep desire to communicate. Cheers.

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