You don’t know what’s going on in my mind
Nine times out of ten you don’t seem to care
How dare me think the opposite
Eight times out of nine
You told me you were mine
It felt so divine
Seven times out of eight
You made me feel great
Never did I debate if it was really a front
Don’t deny that six times out of seven
You made me feel like we belonged in heaven
Now I feel devastated
Because five times of out of six
You said you would fix your attitude
and instead of giving gratitude
Four times out of five
We got into a fight
And three times out of four
You blamed me and didn’t take responsibility for yours
Two times out of three
You blame it again on me
One out of two
I’m done with you
About the Creator
Poetic Glory
Poetry is a form of expression and a form of healing.
It allows us to freely let our minds flow.
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