Poem -
The fence has been constructed
She makes a scene coming to her senses.
Or on the street at 4 o'clock in the morning
She's packed up and wheeling her bed.
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In the trail of your wake a fence was builtÂ
To keep people out like you.
That day the music sounded too goodÂ
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And the wine went down too well. We were free
From hell. From that day on I never could tellÂ
That I forgave myself.Â
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Wonderful metaphor, one must always be able to forgive ones self. Your title is brilliant and brings it all full circle 🌹Â
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That last line is perfect in my humble.
Some loves are toxic ..like wine and drugsÂ
and just as fabulously addictive. x
if I had missed this, and later found out, then I would never have forgiven you either .. but since I eventually made it .. I shall just sit on it for the time being, with my mouth shut ..Â