The Blame Game - Poem by Orlando Belo
The Blame Game
Isn't it funny how you are never to blame,
and it's my fault that we argue and disagree?
I've had enough of playing this game,
it's ruined my love and credibility.
You're blind to the fact it takes two to quarrel,
the same as it takes to make love.
Well, this time it's taking one to say it's all over
and the other can take the push with the shove.
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