There was something about the silence
Something about the “Our little secret”, “Don’t tell anybody” silence
That kept intruding into our conversations
On Friday afternoons
The silence was the ex-boyfriend
Who ****** his “I love you’s” and “Baby”s
Right from his lips.
The silence was the ex-husband
Who demanded him to pay for everything
With him avoiding eye contact as acceptable payment.
The silence was the ex-lover
Who stole the romance
As it slowly got of his bed taking with it his words and love.
The silence was the reason I stopped talking to him.
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 8:40 AM UTC
There was something about the silence
Something about the “Our little secret”, “Don’t tell anybody” silence
That kept intruding into our conversations
On Friday afternoons
The silence was the ex-boyfriend
Who ****** his “I love you’s” and “Baby”s
Right from his lips.
The silence was the ex-husband
Who demanded him to pay for everything
With him avoiding eye contact as acceptable payment.
The silence was the ex-lover
Who stole the romance
As it slowly got of his bed taking with it his words and love.
The silence was the reason I stopped talking to him.
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