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Don’t play with my mind
I’d rather do without,
I’m emotionally exhausted
And hate these childish games.
My feelings are mixed up
And so inside out.
Don’t let the fire
In our passion turn to flames.
We hardly agree,
Can’t we beg to differ?
I love you
But for us it’s hard to live.
I hate long silences
And when you stand there and
dither
Swallow your pride –
Learn how to forgive.
We quarrel endlessly
Over nothing it seems,
You or me raising voices-
And our fists!
The expressions you pull.
(It must be in your genes)
Why can’t we just make up
And kiss?
Linda Lawrence
21st February 1993