Written across my face.
Clear as if meant common enough.
An assumption made on being tough.
I don’t like having to be rough.
But damn it, I said, “Enough is Enough.”
The look on your face as you sit there looking shy.
Clearly it states you don’t understand why.
Makes my sanity tumble when all you do is mumble.
There’s no point.
Your path will not be my direct gain.
Not at least because I won’t be the same.
I won’t conceive it.
I’m through with your rugged fluff.