by Rachelle de Bretagne

Created on: July 19, 2009

It's a stale-mate situation, though I wish for compromise,
And no matter what solution I propose you don't accept,
That the problem is exaggerated, taken out of size,
Because you haven't got the sense to recognize inept.

It's a stale-mate situation, where no-one really wins,
There's no victory, no satisfaction, just a deep regret,
And as we stand here firm in views, not changing in our skins,
It makes me feel a deep regret for that first time we met.

When both of us tried winning, but we didn't go together,
And in doing so have reached a stale-mate neither can undo,
It ties our lives in knots until those little strands do tether,
and restrict us in the freedom of just being me and you.

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