Things are tasting very plain, Take one relationship fading away, Ounce of pleasure per pound of pain, A sprinkling of tears like rain, Set aside and let it drain, A couple cups of rotten luck, Fold in a few "I hate your guts", One "I never want to see you again" , And a dash of "Maybe we can be friends...", Then at the end throw in the towel, Viola!, Your done, You've a heartache now...
Comments (11)
Ken
One of your best, if you don't mind me saying so, and you sum up a soured relationship perfectly.
Cheers
Bill
You rock, this one I can identify with, superb poem. mad love to ya