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