Young Love-Endurance
When will it be that we will not fight? That love and just will fill our path with light?
Our speaking’s and sayings pound me like blows, and now I sit and ponder where our love goes.
Like needles and knives, it tears through inside me, only wishing you were right here beside me.
Tears fall from me, like ice they bring pain, with nothing but saddens and hate, and distain.
Fighting and cursing burns me like fire, and makes me believe our relationship is dire.
(2013)
