So, we got into scrapes
Arguments that weren’t even worth discussing.
if we had an ounce of sense,
we would have let it lie from birth.
We made sure we were different.
At loggerheads for the sake of it.
What happened baby? Being stubborn?
Or just well into it?
So, I’ll carry on drinking.
Carry on thinking.
Making obvious rhymes.
Playing innocent to obvious crimes.
You do what you do.
You have a few little offences to answer to, too.
See you in court.
Love you and sort of glad we lost what we fought for.
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Author: aprettykettleofpoetry
