21. a circle of fire

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i tend push my luck, all time, everytime
but the way we are now
we always seem to fall apart.

weeding out the flower plants,
we sow the seeds of ego and jealousy
and it leads you to go off on me.

a slap, all the bad words, all the wrong things
a hug, all the praise, and all the gifts
the cycle repeats itself over and over, again.

funny how when we fight
an angel hides in the face of the devil
that's in front of me.

funny how when we're not cross
a devil is awaiting right at the angel's halo
like time bomb in front of me.

i wish you could relax
i wish i was more patient
i wish we understood each other more.

i wish i knew better
i wish you didn't freak
and i wish we lived before we died.

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