The love has gone from your eyes.

We are in quite a bind.

You finished first.

I wrote this poem about some people that want to talk bad or lie about good people, and usually those people do it because of jealousy, and also contempt. And sometimes after listening to their one-sided stories, and their gossiping and their hatred and cursing, you just want them to BE QUITE.

We never should have played.

I always did the best I could.

It was wrong.

It is distasteful.

Stop being in denial.

Your signals confused me.