We said you were wrong but you just wouldn't listen,
The trains were all late in your head,
We buried your hatchet but couldn't keep down
the lies and the thoughts that were dead.

"Well tell me your motive for wanting" you said,
"to tear down this bridge I have built.
So strong is your theory, so soft are your words,
are you trying to sugar-coat guilt?"

Such hard punching words from such soft baby lips,
your conviction a Barbie doll's glare.
The stars shone dimmer, your eyes did too,
but somehow you hadn't a care.

Or was that dim glimmer more stifled than stopped,
your words just strength masking fear?
"My life is my own, you can't change me" you said,
Oh Barbie you're so wrong my dear!

But we brushed your blonde locks and we painted your nails,
caressing your hands and your heart,
We agreed to your schedule (the trains they can wait),
for emotional archeology is an art.

Don't cut off your nose to spite your face. It's really easy to do. Though most hypothetical 'noses' can be sewn back on, grown back, the damage reversed...one day you might not be able to undo a mistake and it will not be from lack of trying.

Sorry only works if you mean it. Constant doses of it as a medicine over time can heal, but some wounds are so deep and incurable that 'sorry pills' only temporarily relieve the symptoms. What you do (or don't do) could be the disease-carrying mosquito or the harmless fly in a situation where humility would have been the repellant for both. Now all's left is to dispense some sorry and hope the prognosis looks good.

Flowers and sorries only remedy the spider who bit, not the bitten. Guilt plays heavy on a remorseful fool, yet its weight may or may not be enough to pound the stain from the fabric of what it tore.

Don't cut off your nose to spite your face. But if you must remove a facial feature, momentarily remove your eyes and face them towards yourself...it's there that you'll find the problem, and the answers.

Don't forget your raincoat x