Bomb shell…

From out of nowhere.

Harmonic destruction.

Stunned silence.

Scattered pieces.

Devastation erupts.

Questions surface.

Anger registers.

Sadness sets in.

Aftershocks ripple.

 

 

 

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Think smart…

And so begins my week of disgrace.

My crime?

Too opinionated.

This is the point where I feel like really

(getting smart)

speaking my opinion.

I guess I’m finally learning

to shut my mouth though.

 

 

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Silence is golden…

I hate it when you’re angry with me.

Nothing I say makes any difference.

Nothing I say is right.

No matter what,

I am wrong.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Our routine…

 

Just when things are ticking along nicely

You stand me up…

Your silent reply speaks loudly to me…

I guess our latest honeymoon period is over

and it’s back to normal we go,

hi ho, hi ho, hi ho.

Loud and clear…

 

It’s actually a good thing when I’m telling you how I feel.

It’s when I go silent that you should worry.

 

 

 

My silence means I can’t be bothered anymore.