Misunderstanding (Scene In One Act)
She:
You’re my scary movie, you know.
When you come, my nerves just blow.
But if you could look deep in my soul,
You would pick in all my holes.
And when I’m trying to say that I’m right
You don’t care and making a bite.
He:
I’m sick of this all-year strives.
We are damned for two thousand lives.
If only you could mention my voice!
We live, not playing old toys.
All the best we’ve already said…
I’ll never ever make you mad.
Both:
I don’t understand you, my love.
This story of live is all about you.
We bring each other only huff.
So will you make up something new?
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