Poetry: The argument - by David Kamikaze

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by David Kamikaze

Created on: June 07, 2009

Placing that small
Tightly wrapped parcel
Down upon the table
(Which I know you bought at the pound shop)
You turn away
Muttering words
Sharp as lemons

Hands discoloured
Tones of oranges
And slightly yellow hues
Waved about
Pointing at me
I am too tired to hear

Your words - meaningless
I've heard them before
Felt the tang of humiliation
The acidic bite of your tongue
Cutting through
Making me wince

Still bitter
You ignore me
As you slice on past
Taking with you the grease
The comfortable cushion
And leaving a clean place
That is devoid of you

I do not understand
When the words I wanted to say were sweet...

Why are you still sour?

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