The Beginning and End of Our Small Fights
There were times when I lost my temper
That burns up your anger;
Here and there our stuffs lays scattered
Your heart is shattered;
Least I can do is to cry
Thinking that you would'nt give me a try;
The day is passed without food
In addition, we show no good;
You pack up your stuff to leave
I beg you not to leave me beyond any doubt;
Your heart becomes tender and mild
And I turn to you like a shame child;
You make me lay down in your loving arms
All I think now is to reform;
To maintain a healthy relationship
And tackle any kind of hardship.
Watisungla Ao
25th oct 2012
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