Angry Valentine
Don’t give me your alibis No more excuses The look in your eye- A gift in itself Dipping apologies in chocolate won’t make them sweeter Forgiveness doesn’t come wrapped in a box I prefer champagne to the bitter taste of regret Save your stammers and your lies No need for perfume-
The look on your face
Is enough
A rich filling won’t make them go down any easier
Understanding isn’t long stemmed
I won’t wear your deceit upon my finger
The aroma of desperation is sickeningly sweet
— Janetta