These Lips
.............These lips
Too late to trap that errant tongue
That slipped those words...
And just so, an evil deed was done
Now smiling ruefully
To sell your saline tears so dear
That rolling past collecting debts
To siberian mines or the
Ever constant sea
Now bile is oozing from a punctured heart
Sliver moon shimmering a path
To cross this ocean of regret
Standing on the doubting shore
Wind kept hair and both feet wet
Only unfit words coming back to me and worry
And floating miserably a rolled up note
Humble bottle Im so sorry
Copyright © Jannie Breedt | Year Posted 2017
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