You left the lid off the toothpaste.
I didn’t want to say anything.
Instead I let the resentment build up with each day passing,
Every morning and night watching the stalagmitation of the ring growing,
And now only a small thread can make its way out.
Maybe I should have said something and not let the resentment build up like that crust
on the ******* toothpaste you couldn’t put the ******* lid back on.
Now when we speak only a small thread of conversation comes out.
Can you move out please?
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 7:12 AM UTC
You left the lid off the toothpaste.
I didn’t want to say anything.
Instead I let the resentment build up with each day passing,
Every morning and night watching the stalagmitation of the ring growing,
And now only a small thread can make its way out.
Maybe I should have said something and not let the resentment build up like that crust
on the ******* toothpaste you couldn’t put the ******* lid back on.
Now when we speak only a small thread of conversation comes out.
Can you move out please?
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