A New Woman

We got to

We've got to tame these rascal little devils on our tongues.
we got to have even the mercy of the way we speak to one another.
It feels like we're on two different planets i am trying to even it out.
then you start and shout.
Then i leave the room and go out.
You hang about.
We're broken there is no way we can be fixed.
only if we can swallow our pride and move on and forget the right and wrong.
I have had it what can be sweeter than getting along and loving each other if we can just forget who was wrong and who was right.
Try to be strong.
Can we ever realize nothing can be sweeter than getting alone if we move on.
Put it all to one side and forget who was wrong and who was right.


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