There are some things
That are better left in silence
Hanging like dead bodies from trees
In midst of conversations and broken sentences
It's easy to ignore
hard to say no
And extremely difficult to control saying
Babe, I told you so
Now we've practised exchanging longing looks
We've almost mastered the love in the eyes
The cracks in this facade are plastered over
So we can't hear each other's sighs
Why pay attention when life's full of tension
It's apocalypse of soul, but darling don't mention
When God opens his book to take stock of us sinners
We'd still be asking each other
Love, what's for dinner?
Because we do not talk about that
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Forgive the formatting. I'm on a mobile device and this poem just wanted out.
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