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Saturday, 7 December 2013

THE PROPOSAL



My make-up is up
And it is up to notch
My smile is eerily wide
Tonight we pop the champagne
After we pop the question
Tonight he is the most relieved
Tonight I am the happiest

Last night there was a brawl in my presence
As I stood astounded
I watched my happiest turn my saddest
The occasion forgotten
The pride heightened
‘I changed my mind’, he said
‘Are you serious?’ I asked
‘It was not meant to be’ he said
‘It was not meant to be’ I echoed

Tomorrow some poor soul will ask me about the rock
The one that never made it to my finger
And I am going to snap with all I’ve got
So I pray
I just lost my man
Let my anger not cost me my best friend.
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