. . .

Better Days...

Me and him have fought...

They are times to remember.

Bad memories,

to be reminded of.

It was just an incident,

and accident,

accidental-

love.

But we care for each other,

through every speck of dust,

there is love and wonder,

waiting for us.

We never give up hope,

I make sure he's alright,

when I find what it is that's wrong,

I change it with great might.

People may say,

deeds are heavier than words,

so my great deed,

is that I heal the hurt.

I want him to be happy.

The frown on his face,

brings tears to my eyes,

and "never-ending-fate".

I wish to be there,

for him,

not just I.

Sing him this song throughout the night.

I hide things from him,

I must admit I do...

like acting with my exes,

or hiding my frown.

I act like its alright when I'm with my friends,

but I can't hide it no longer,

I need him by my side,

the warmth of his arms and the feeling of love.

We fight every so often.

Sometimes out of fear.

Hatred or curses,

oh, how I wish that he'd be here.

Writing this song,

for just him and just I,

in his arms...

the warmth of him and his love...

We've had better days...

but in the end...

they turn out

fine.