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By coujeaux Date: 2002 Sep 28 Comment on this Work [[2002.09.28.11.11.12921]] |
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Baby, here we go again, swearing how this became that final straw, With neither one of us giving sign of declaring this another draw. Breathless in agitation, angry glares painted all over both faces, And no feelings left but this frustration with our eroding traces. I know what you're thinking, woman, is all this even worth it now? Where do we go from here, what sorts of things should we allow? Common sense declares how lovers shouldn't participate in any war, For none of this sniping tears at vitals it hadn't pierced before. Each time I stand my ground and defend myself you'll take offense, No attempts I've made at reconciliation make any difference since. My temptation to surrender has heightened in each successive duel, Then fury at deception overtakes me, renewing me like diesel fuel. I remember your revelations about all the ones that did you wrong, New enthusiasm you showed because of a belief in something strong. It seemed like everything was perfection when you had won at last, And like an afterthought all sensibility disappeared just as fast. Perhaps my thoughts here are in anger, meant to strike at a nerve, But I take sadistic pride in reaffirming you got what you deserve. |