My Mistake Poem by David Darbyshire

My love went down the drain,
cause she was feeling the strain.
I cannot give her any of the blame,
because I am also feelin the same.

No one is really to blame,
we both had the same aim.
I nearly went, I nearly came,
what a bummer, what a shame.

Now this I must proclaim,
it sure feels like a frame.
Maybe it was my mistake,
maybe it was just a game.

Either way, I won't give in,
our love was not a sin.
Her I shouldn't have tried to tame,
might have been a different ball-game.