You know I fought
I fought so hard
To keep you away
Or near to me
I thought I knew
How to cure you
Of your disposition
Which turned out to be
Unfortunately
A sad characteristic
Turns out, I didn't
I didn't have to fight so hard
Or try and make you better
There was only one thing I had to do
And that
Was to let go
YOU ARE READING
Love and Hurt
PoetryLife is love. And life is hurt. We'd better live it now, cause all too soon, we'll be buried under the dirt.