Lame Excuses

Form: Cornish Sonnet

How does our love feel when it's brushed away,
Ignored by lame excuses left unsaid,
Emotions drift unguarded where doubts lay
In wait; and like the stalking cat they pounce
To tear the heart apart as ripping thread,
The mind awaits the other to announce
A different opinion that must mean
We two must walk alone like once before
The future's dreams are now what might have been
Just cast offs left behind a lover's fling
If only we'd said 'I love you' once more
Before it's too late for the heart to sing.
How does our love feel when it's brushed away,
Before it's too late for the heart to sing

©JGFarmer2016

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