Love, It Is What It Is
I hate it when I hurt you.
It's like nails ripping across the chalk board.
The thought of losing you sets in.
I don't want that in the end.
As tears fall down I'll try my best.
I just want to make sure we pass this test.
Eventually I know you'll be, the husband I want, the thing that sets me free.
You're always there when I need you most.
We'll get threw this, on just a mere coast.
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