The Curse of the Stiff Upper Lip

They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder,
That all's fair in love and war.
But I’m sure they’re barking up the wrong tree.

They say that beauty is only skin deep,
But they couldn't be more wrong.
You found the chink in my armour.
I found myself between a rock and a hard place,
You caught me off balance.

The bigger they come, the harder they fall.
So, without beating around the bush,
I put my best foot forward.

You bent over backwards.
I burned the candle at both ends,
(Must learn to get that right.)
But it was flogging a dead horse.

They say that in the land of the blind, the one eyed man is king.
I made your eyes light up,
But we were only in the eye of the hurricane.
I was playing with fire.
I painted myself into a corner,
And the rot set in.

While there are two sides to every story,
Two wrongs don't make a right.
I found it hard to get in touch with my feelings.
Sometimes I can talk the hind legs off a donkey,
But with you it was always on the tip of my tongue.

I know you shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth.
You don’t know what you’ve got ‘till it’s gone.
So I am going to turn over a new leaf.

In future I will say what I mean.
No, I will show what I feel.
I won’t cop out. I won’t clam up. I will COMMUNICATE.

No more Stiff Upper Lip.


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