The Tiff

The Tiff. All the games we play, I was busy when you called had no time to speak to you So when I rang you back you said you were busy too and had no time to talk. Then you will sit by the phone; wait for me to ring, but hurt by your voice I will not ring before next day. We will both have a bad night, angry and lonely. So when I do ring you will say something sarcastic and I will slam down the phone. Sleepless night and tired days, something has to give. So I pick up the phone tell you that I love you, you say you love me too and the sun shines again. Ah, the games we play, they call it love