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by C Cattaway Jul 20, 2018 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
I bought a card for us, today, Still blank, for words my own. It's in the drawer where it was left, When I first brought it home. I didn't see the point of it, Once I realised I knew Already, that you wouldn't think A year was such great news. I didn't take the card or envelope Out from its wrapper. I didn't think you'd like it, As today doesn't even matter. The words stopped coming to my head. Just sadness filled my thoughts. The card became a vagrant Almost the moment it was bought. It sits inside the drawer, incase Another year should come, That someone else could use it, So it's not a wasted one. The strips I bought, I've binned them. And the lipstick which you laughed at Has also got no purpose, so is now In the waste paper basket. You said I had no common sense? Well dare I say nor you? But no, we'll sleep as you don't see The hurt I'm going through. Sweet dreams. I'd rather tell you To your face, than write words here, Yet this is all I'm left with, As I celebrate our year. Happy anniversary! Copyright C Cattaway 2018
by IdTakeABulletForYou
How dysfunctional! Yet still, I envy that dysfunction. Wonderful job, S