As she lies next to me,
holding resentment and spite...
The girl i love,
loves to fight....
Words thrown like daggers,
as she flashes at night....
Hurt is giving,
which is never right...
As she cries from anger,
when i dont care to fight...
We then make love,
which fufills the night...
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 11:34 PM UTC
As she lies next to me,
holding resentment and spite...
The girl i love,
loves to fight....
Words thrown like daggers,
as she flashes at night....
Hurt is giving,
which is never right...
As she cries from anger,
when i dont care to fight...
We then make love,
which fufills the night...
