Every conversation with you is a test.
A tricky exam with multiple choice answers designed to trip up all but the savviest applicant.
Like an H.R. pro, your analysis hidden, and your poker voice perky and appropriate…
Your relationship hopeful never sees the ax coming until their severed head watches its body falling as it’s rolling across the floor.
2 thoughts on “Tiptoeing Through the Tulips”
Strong and to the point but also very sad. Your heart is over flowing with so many feelings, many torn. I love it.
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Thank you sweet Cindy. Xo