The Blame Game - Poem by Orlando Belo
Isn’t it funny how you are never to blame,
and it’s always my fault that we argue and disagree?
To be honest I have had enough of playing this game,
it’s undermined my love and credibility.
You’re blind to the fact that it takes two to quarrel,
the same as it takes two to make love.
Well, this time I’m pushing you out of my life forever,
and the blame is yours for the shove.
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