Site hosted by Angelfire.com: Build your free website today!

On Second Thoughts

© Nicholas Vosper 2003

Any promises I make
would be empty,
yawning chasms
echoing with duplicity.
Sweet on my tongue,
though the aftertaste
would be bitter, and
as false as saccharin.

I could say
All the right things
exactly what
you want to hear.
Little jewels of charm,
stars for the starry eyed
that would shine for a while.
As false as lasered sapphires.

In the end
I would let you down.
I am bound by
ropes of circumstance,
chained to my life
by links of responsibility.
This cannot be,
and truth be told;
we both know it.