English: A corridor outside hotel rooms in the Hotel, . (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Those days we met
In hotel rooms
And spent such lazy
Afternoons
We made our secrets
And promised twice
To fool all others
About our vice
We drank champagne
In silken sheets
Our favourite tunes
Played on repeat
A recipe for our
Dark, cold hearts
In lies and trickery
Is where it starts
© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
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Imagery…you are so good at that
Thanks so much Ionia!! 🙂 🙂
The only hotel I ever stayed in was a B&B in Fleetwood when I couldn’t find a flat.
LOL!! 🙂 🙂
You sneaky devil you. Well done.
LOL, thanks!! 🙂 🙂
It starts so happily and then the ‘lies’ and such are brought forth… well played…
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
Wow….Sis, this is awesome. 🙂 xxxx
Thanks Skye!! 🙂 🙂
Now that’s quite a cookbook. I love that recipe line. 🙂
Thanks!! 🙂 🙂
Lovely 🙂
Thank you!! 🙂
😀 😀 😀
Very lovely.
May I share this with you too?: http://akateraka.wordpress.com/2013/07/14/hotel/
Lovely, I remember your poem and loving it at the time!!
🙂
Wow … this is so delicious and sad at the same time — beautifully well written. 🙂
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂