Our Little Fight
This letter I wrote I could not send,
I just was upset I really didn’t want our love to end.
As our buttons were pushed we both came back strong,
Never once stopping to think that we both were wrong.
My weaknesses you’ve known for many years,
And I know the things that bring on your tears.
It is a no win situation when we get in these fights,
You’d think by now we would have seen the lights.
Stubbornness and pride go hand and hand,
As we both argue with neither one willing to understand.
Does it really always matter who’s right or who’s wrong?
Cause sometimes being right can hurt the ones you’ve loved so long.
Like a hammer your words struck a vital nerve,
With pent up anger you chose your words in which to serve.
This battle of words you have won, they cut to the core,
If this is really love I don’t think I can stand a whole lot more.
Then we both realize the pain and damage we had caused,
Standing there like a movie that had been paused.
Nearly almost the very same time we both apologized for what we had done,
And stopped the madness or else the devil has won.
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