To do a Fernando Torres or not is the million seven thousand dollar question facing me now. The situation can’t be more similar – a move across town to the old enemy, at a ‘wrong’ time, and a few kegs of bad blood spilt on both sides. Sometimes too much choice is bad…. sigh.
Day: March 12, 2011
Secret…..
For the prompt Secret, at the Writer’s Island.. Better late than never.
Words –
More words.
Hand motions –
Quickening to a blur.
Straight faces –
Eyes fixed forward –
Pretending there is calm;
While like a seething, shifting mess
Pain hides;
Behind bitter sweet memories –
Filed away, locked deep –
In the dank, dark recesses
Of a shattered hope.
The lord giveth, The lord taketh
We like homing pigeons return;
To the same shattered places.
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