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| Yesterday's Dreams by Jack Vettriano |
Fine cracks form
in the porcelain of your face
as you suck on another cigarette
Already the ashtray is full of pink stained blooms
ground in the dirt and squashed underfoot
You have only a few more good years left
to find someone to love you
So it's the black dress and heels again
and out the door for drinks
Turning your back on the one
who has loved you all along
and cries himself to sleep.
20 comments:
This is so terribly sad. Nice writing, Mouse!
ouch on the end...ouch...what is it she is looking for...
Oh, a sad story indeed...
Ah the unrequited love of the man in her life. She may be aiming too high?
Sometimes what we're looking for is already there.
Wow! Wonderful, Lolamouse. Your romantic fiber and sensitivity really comes out in this one
Gracias for this one, mi amiga!
Ouch. It's always the way, innit? I read this, and felt sympathy for them both.
And they never realize until it's too late.
This is so sad!
OMG (and I rarely type that), this is a real swift kick to the heart. Poignant but unflinchingly unsentimental. Just great.
A complete, well thought-out, effective story...
ohhh...the ending so sad and so
unexpected. a fine poem.
I would like to think it's never too late to find true love...
we deal with what we deal with. best we can. no one else can judge us.
Beautiful and very sad. Sad for the lady and sad for the guy she has no thoughts about.
Yet he wull never Go away entirely, though the castle where he sleeps become somewhat remote
Poignant and so, so, true for many a foolish woman....! Excellent, Lola!
Ooh. Interesting interpretation. She doesn't look like she's leaving anyone behind to me, but maybe that is because I'm single. :)
Powerful stuff, wonderfully written. Thank you!
Nice (if sad) twist.
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