You’re a phoney,
she said.
You are a blood-sucking
vampiress, he said.
You make me nauseous,
she said.
You are bull-headed
and where your heart should be
is a hornet’s nest.
You call yourself a man. Ha!
she said.
You make a mockery
out of womanhood,
he said.
One of these days
I’m leaving you,
she said.
One of these days,
one of these days,
one of these days:
You’re repetitive
and oh so prosaic.
You’re disgusting!
You’re repulsive!
Wanna go to Starbucks
for a latte?
Great idea, the poem and the peace offering, how the mood of things can change in an instant Great portrayal Love duncan X
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's amazing how brutal love can be. But making up is the most delightful thing. Love Ernestine XXX