30 July 2012
Now you give me the silent treatment.
I iron your shirt and climb back into bed.
You fuss around with the hair on your head
I am close to tears
Am I to endure this for years?
You say you will speak to my parents
We're in limbo and need some commitment
But you put it off
Mixed messages much?
Don't tell me lies to get between my thighs
Don't tell me lies to have an easy life
My Sixty First Ever Blog • Opuss № I