What's in a cup?

  Placid balloons and blooming roses   fill new spaces in my home once drab and dirty laces now sexy lingerie at candlelight and love songs singing through the night I have no tears left all wounds are healed my heart abounds and leaps   for love is here among the words of joy and kindness and the smiles of hope and sweet romance of old-fashioned dating and cliched   wining and dining and late nights   sing song   A perfect romance,   sweep-me-off-my-feet whispering sweet nothings and giving compliments   a confidence in family and invites to friends and colleagues such generosity such enthusiasm and excitement injected into my life   so suddenly and unexpectedly unwillingly but interested all the same perhaps indeed my dam is full   and I am leaking with emotions   he is accepting every morsel   and turning it around   to suit his lonely body and soul   and wishing for love and care   but not realising how cold ...

  She looked the part She played the part She sang her merry tunes We applauded her Adored her Admired her every move We sang her praises   and watched her body trickle down the stairs as she glided gloriously into her grammy seat   after winning an award   She looked the part She played the part We thought she had it all We admired her   envied her We didn’t see at all inside her soul   great suffering   a torture she endured because   She looked the part   She played the part She fell apart for sure We picked her up We cleaned her up We held her hands   and prayed   Her soul was torn   Her clothes worn   She didn’t see the light of day   The stage lights dimmed Her voice was cracked   and silence filled the room It took not one   but several years   to fill her own shoes again She found the light She got on stage   She played the part again.   She looked the part.   She played the part....