An Unopened Book
Next Fight
The fight ceased with the slamming of the door.
I have already forgotten what we were fighting for.
Was it something I did, or what I said.
My thoughts are searching in my head.
I am already thinking on where I went wrong
and trying to get back to where we belong.
Here safe within each others arms,
keeping each other safe from life's harms.
together here where love resides.
where there is no room for foolish pride.
I sat there not moving for hours, hoping I was wrong.
That this time your coming back and your not really gone.
Next time I will hold you so much tighter.
Next time you'll see that I care.
Next time it won't happen like before.
Next time I won't let you go through that door.
D. Cody Herring
Copyright ©2003 D. Cody Herring
I have already forgotten what we were fighting for.
Was it something I did, or what I said.
My thoughts are searching in my head.
I am already thinking on where I went wrong
and trying to get back to where we belong.
Here safe within each others arms,
keeping each other safe from life's harms.
together here where love resides.
where there is no room for foolish pride.
I sat there not moving for hours, hoping I was wrong.
That this time your coming back and your not really gone.
Next time I will hold you so much tighter.
Next time you'll see that I care.
Next time it won't happen like before.
Next time I won't let you go through that door.
D. Cody Herring
Copyright ©2003 D. Cody Herring
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