When We Fight
Sometimes, me and mine fight;
And I feel like I should just take a flight;
To either Toronto or Morocco,
Or Chagga or even Togo;
But I stay and forgive,
Because, I have come to believe,
In what we call love;
When, instead, we are stupid in love.
In any relationship, we have to tolerate,
Simply because our interests correlate;
This, one fresh in love may not relate.
He has slapped me several times before,
But that did not automatically make him my foe.
In these matters, we do not just get rid of the fragrance,
For it is one journey that requires a lot of patience,
Lest we lose it all due to our impatience!
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
