I want to say it straight and blunt
And I don’t need to add any reason
Because it sounds like self defense
And only satisfying your hidden accusing
Every time of our meeting
Is like my torturing machine
You always repeat the same thing
I feel my patience is going thin
What if I’m saying “no”
What if I’m just walking away
Do you accept rejection
Or turn you into a revenge
How much longer I could take
How long my smile still intact
And I start to think that I should be paid
For my all greatest listening act
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem. Wonderfully conceived. I liked it for its remarkable imagery and decent style. Rated it 10. TFS..... Kindly read and rate my poem 'A busy street' on page 1.