A little poem for Valentine's as love isn't always rosy!
He tells me this
She tells me that
How am I to know
What is white and what is black?
I am a listener
An addictive obligation
But your two contradictions
Make for an awkward situation
She tells me things he needs to know
But my loyalty to you
Stops me being true
Normally I would tell him
As that's what friends do
But by being true to him
Would be disloyal to you
But neither of you realise
That as I am trying to help
Trying to please you both
As you tell me how you felt
Is that it makes me unhappy
And makes me think about the past
About the one relationship
I should have built to last
Photo taken by me of one of the walls inside the Mob Museum, Las Vegas
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Tidbits
PoetryAd hoc poems for special events and occasions, or odd pieces in between books. Who knows, they may make it into another collection one day!
