It doesn't matter what I do I still get nothing but shit from you...
I must be mad to keep trying so bad,
because nothing I seem to achieve but shit from you...
Its becoming nothing new, All this shit I take from you...
I'm beginning to wonder what ever made me fall in love with you...?
What spell could I be under to possibly even wonder if one day could start a new & I'll get something but shit from you...?
I sure didn't see or know how much shit, your shitting me...
But still I get nothing but shit from you...
I certainly don't understand what it is that I actually do or don't do that makes you give me shit the way you do...
Either way it doesn't make sense to me or a difference to getting nothing but shit from you...
Maybe I should start giving you shit too...?
Now that would be something new...
- Author: JaimeLeigh m=Mead (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 27th, 2021 15:40
- Category: Unclassified
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