I may not be what you expected...
but I warned you of that. Here
we are a couple of nuts trudging
along a highway filled with potholes
and tar. Do we make the best of
our journey? I think we need to...
don't you darling? Sometime words
get hot and worst of all they get
cold but do, dear, forgive as I will
forgive you. What is not killing
us make the bond we have suffered
to bring alive fierce. I love the
way we make the mends and
sometimes we even learn to make
each other feel better when things
don't go as planned.
Copyright 12-25-2008 ©® Sarah Sisson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
its the common thing we hear from those who say they love us and yet go on hurting us, . its their nature they say and as such, cannot be changed. always asking us to make do with the other them. i have to forward this to somebody. nice satire