Antidote

Even the calmest waters have an undercurrent;

The art of conversation is to know when to leave it alone.

 

I’ve no time to embroider the facts or sugar frost lies for you,

To make pretty excuses for the stony silence between us,

I feel no need to tie satin ribbon bows around any absence of emotion,

Or lay rose petals at your feet for you to trample.

 

I don’t buy that brand of poison,

I’m the antidote.

 

 

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