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It’s a good thing We all left when we did Or I’d of spilled the beans. Blithering on in my drunken state, You’d of learned it all How sad I am That making love is only history A withered fool whose only dreams are memories Of indiscretions, shameful then, but blissful now Slurred words tumbling out would’ve told of My ‘non-conforming’ love, So powerful but misconstrued, that when she said she loved me I stumbled to the piano singing “ thine is the kingdom, and the power, And the glory” (Oh, thank you, thank you) “For...ev..er!  A..a...men!” Thanking a God Whose address I misplaced with words I forgot (till then). An abomination Long suppressed by force of will Might’ve stung your ears, Thank God I kept My mouth barely shut But poised To betray the little storm Wreaking havoc in my ***** But not yet my demise Had I gone on. But, No. Good sense prevailed. Dignity still intact, I gathered up this twisted history, This love, this brokenness, Like so many rags, trailing on the ground, And tottered to my car My dignity’s unscathed. Oh, it’s a good thing, I suppose, But, next time, stick around.
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Jul 9, 2019
Jul 9, 2019 at 12:02 PM UTC
It’s a Good Thing
It’s a good thing We all left when we did Or I’d of spilled the beans. Blithering on in my drunken state, You’d of learned it all How sad I am That making love is only history A withered fool whose only dreams are memories Of indiscretions, shameful then, but blissful now Slurred words tumbling out would’ve told of My ‘non-conforming’ love, So powerful but misconstrued, that when she said she loved me I stumbled to the piano singing “ thine is the kingdom, and the power, And the glory” (Oh, thank you, thank you) “For...ev..er!  A..a...men!” Thanking a God Whose address I misplaced with words I forgot (till then). An abomination Long suppressed by force of will Might’ve stung your ears, Thank God I kept My mouth barely shut But poised To betray the little storm Wreaking havoc in my ***** But not yet my demise Had I gone on. But, No. Good sense prevailed. Dignity still intact, I gathered up this twisted history, This love, this brokenness, Like so many rags, trailing on the ground, And tottered to my car My dignity’s unscathed. Oh, it’s a good thing, I suppose, But, next time, stick around.
One more gin and tonic and it’d be a permanent assignment of shame
#secrets
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Jul 9, 2019
Jul 9, 2019 at 12:02 PM UTC
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