Don’t give me your alibis

No more excuses

The look in your eye-
The look on your face
Is enough

A gift in itself

Dipping apologies in chocolate won’t make them sweeter
A rich filling won’t make them go down any easier

Forgiveness doesn’t come wrapped in a box
Understanding isn’t long stemmed

I prefer champagne to the bitter taste of regret

Save your stammers and your lies
I won’t wear your deceit upon my finger

No need for perfume-
The aroma of desperation is sickeningly sweet

— Janetta