'You're gorgeous', he said, 'oh baby..
...and I love the way you feel..
...but don't you think that maybe
you shouldn't have had that last meal?'
'I love your long blonde hair'
he said, 'Now, angel, don't be upset,'
'but I'm sure that you'd look far better
if you went back to being brunette.'
But I kept my hair, my looks, my weight
Discarded his views, his thoughts...
The Date
©cih16, 14:01, 11/12/16
starcline - less a blog, more a derailed train of thought
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- clinestar
- Part time poet, full time librarian, student of the delights of milk chocolate. Likes books, milk, paddling, poetry, scribbling, chocolate, notebooks, sea, piers. Not necessarily in that order. All work copyright cih.