| Your words carry no weight as if they were written in the swirling smokescreen you have cast around me. Restless slumber of late nothing yet forgotten in my last vivid dream still I believed blindly. It makes no sense to wait much less when just smitten and feelings are foreseen to remain but friendly. |  |
 | I stop myself from asking you for I fear you would say you'll be busy, or might cancel again on the day. Disappointment might just ruin another Saturday that was supposed to be sunny but has turned wet and grey. |
| This downtrodden heart has drowned my emotions in a sea of unshed tears. Eyes like a desert sky burning but now too dry to form rain clouds and cry. Cracked and untilled, this soil yields neither crop nor oil barren, a waste of toil. |  |
 | I am a tiny red crustacean on your slick, black and slithering back. A relationship of convenience we have, fading to futility. |
| Why tread in shallow waters when you can simply stand up and walk away unmuddied? Find a clear and deeper pool where you can dive, explore and not feel the least bit sordid. |  |
