She Is Like A Flipping Record

She Is Like A Flipping Record

She is like a flipping record,

She just goes on and on.

She never sees my face,

She just moans into my ear.

Her words, a constant echo,

A tune I’ve come to fear.

No pause, no room for silence,

Her voice is all I hear.

I stand, a silent listener,

With patience wearing thin.

Her melody relentless,

Yet I dare not chime in.

If only she would notice,

The wear upon my soul.

That even the strongest record,

Can crack and lose control.

But as her voice keeps spinning,

A thought begins to rise:

Perhaps I’m the broken player,

Tuned only to her cries.