Why You Do This To Me? - Poem by mpho mosea
Every time when i get close to you,
you push me away.
Every time when i try to kiss you,
you make excuses
Every time when i try to talk about us,
you change the subject.
Every time when i try to call you,
your phone is off.
Every time when i want us to meet,
you say you're busy.
Every time when i want to visit you,
you tell me you are going somewhere.
Every time when i call you to come over my place,
you telling me that you're sick or busy.
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