I’m so sick playing this game with you
Running in circles like little tots
Screaming and kicking
No one is even winning
Acting like an adult
We’re not even close to maturity
Ouch…
***
Let’s quit
While these bruises are still mild
Let’s quit
While the whining is tolerable
Let’s quit
Before getting into real trouble
You’re so sick playing this game with me
Fighting and shouting
We’re not even talking
So we’re wearing this love like gloves
Now take this blow
Ouch…
***
Let’s quit
While these bruises are still mild
Let’s quit
While the whining is tolerable
Let’s quit
Before getting into real trouble
Ouch…
1804*C^T
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice observation, You realise where you are headed.