Like daggers your words struck me, <br />painfully, piercing my soul one by one, <br />they were cruel, diabolical and unnecessary <br />but now the damage has been done. <br /> <br />Those words cannot be unsaid, so unkind, <br />now spoken, they hang in the realms of time, <br />etching themselves forever to the walls of my mind <br />and loving you had been my only crime. <br /> <br />You say you didn't mean what you said, <br />that you'd had too much to drink; please, no, <br />that's not so; I know you're playing with my head, <br />playing mind games, controlling the show. <br /> <br />So, I really think we'd better call it a day, <br />there's no point in carrying on this sad facade <br />when we both know there is nothing else left to say; <br />tragedy over, the final curtain call to this tirade.<br /><br />Jacqueline Nash<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daggers-3/
