The Blame Game,
'you're so lame, '
my sad, angry voice,
your exceeding choice.
You cheated. I needed.
Control alt deleted.
'I'm sorry.' 'Make-up sex? '
'My bed? ' 'Thought yours was next? '
I shouldn't blame you. It wasn't your fault.
Everything has happened, so stop with the salt.
History matters on events worthy of a Title.
Will you recall ours in; 5 to 10 years? Or denial?
Inception, Deception, Exception, Depression, Perception.
I shall never again lie with that wooing sensation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem