I must say, you treated me well.
roses clipped, dressed and gently placed
just for me.
hearts: pink, pressed, glued and smiling
just for me.
kinda.
messages sent from feathered fingers
tracing skin and freckles and -
flying fingers over keys
never played the chords just right.
instead:
i waited.
i waited.
i was dissapointed.
Still, I must say, you treated me well.
you never cheated, never yelled, never lied,
but I must say,
you could have treated me better.
Friday, March 04, 2011
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