Wednesday, May 16, 2012
three
"do not argue.
please stay silent.
smile and nod.
remember etiquette first.
do not speak.
unless spoken to.
no opinions please."
you don't remember.
anything even though.
you were there.
despite due diligence,
nothing is learned.
now a doormat.
so shamefully selfless.
you could have.
said three other.
words something like.
"I love you."
just a thought.
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