In the restless battle
between silence
and expression
the latter always wins me over.
Relentless attacks
break down my resolve
and the heart concedes
while my lips betray me.
If love is what we’re fighting for,
then I’m screaming
bloody
murder.
I’m enjoying the “piss and vinegar” you’re coloring your blog with of late. Good stuff. Scream on.
Ha! Well thanks. I will.