August 17, 2011

I’m weary from writing poems for you,
because I’ve got nothing more to do,
same as you’re tired of appeasing me,
because you’ve got nowhere else to be.


We are masters of the unsaid words, but slaves of those we let slip out. – Winston Churchill

I thought [he] was a young man of promise, but it appears he is a young man of promises. – Arthur James Balfour


4 Responses to “deadlock.”

  1. abichica said

    wooww.. so true, sometimes it gets so tiresome.. 😀

  2. NK said

    You are a true artist, Cheri. You capture things so brilliantly in so few words AND you’re able to rhyme. Damn.

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