Is this what love really is,
Yelling through a quarrel
And making up with a kiss?
Why do we have to fight?
We starve true love by day
And feed lust all through the night.
I wonder where peace went.
Why do we pick at each other
Why can’t we be content?
If tenderness has flown,
I’m thinking more and more,
It’s better to be alone.
No comments:
Post a Comment