Blame Poems
A Sonnet 10: Do Not Ever Blame Me
by Ayatullah Nurjati
Why do you keep blaming me?
Indeed my hobby is indeed unusual for most men, but it can relieve my emotions because of you
When there is something you feel strange. Must you blame me?
Do you really want to scold me?
I ever rarely blame you if you do wrong
I feel bad when I do it to you because and it will make your heart ache Even though I'm right, what I'm doing is still wrong. What's more, one looks even more wrong
I have to how to express this to you it becomes headache
As a man who supports you, it's not uncommon for me to do anything to fulfil all the needs of the three of us
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11.15.23
by Jade Adams
did I speak too softly?
did I laugh too deeply?
breathe too loudly?
were you too cold - the way that I was too cold? were you searching for warmth in my ribcage? I’m covered in frostbite.
I can’t stop shivering.
is my hair too long? did you wrap it around your fingers too tightly? It must’ve hurt. my shirt is tinged in red, the stains won’t wash out.
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A Sonnet 10: Do Not Ever Blame Me
by Ayatullah Nurjati
Why do you keep blaming me?
Indeed my hobby is indeed unusual for most men, but it can relieve my emotions because of you
When there is something you feel strange. Must you blame me?
Do you really want to scold me?
I ever rarely blame you if you do wrong
I feel bad when I do it to you because and it will make your heart ache Even though I'm right, what I'm doing is still wrong. What's more, one looks even more wrong
I have to how to express this to you it becomes headache
As a man who supports you, it's not uncommon for me to do anything to fulfil all the needs of the three of us
......
11.15.23
by Jade Adams
did I speak too softly?
did I laugh too deeply?
breathe too loudly?
were you too cold - the way that I was too cold? were you searching for warmth in my ribcage? I’m covered in frostbite.
I can’t stop shivering.
is my hair too long? did you wrap it around your fingers too tightly? It must’ve hurt. my shirt is tinged in red, the stains won’t wash out.
......
