Lover’s quarrel

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romance

The first time that I saw you cry

I was conflicted and also the reason why

I nearly drowned in an ocean of emotion as I tried

To apologize if I were wise I would have never lied

But the truth it seems hurts worse

When feelings are bruised by a curse

Like a storm early forecasted but the warning was missed

In a split second a kiss becomes a fist

Wrath and combat launched in a flurry and blitz

When you attacked I deployed my best defense

With pride as my armor I counter with sarcasm and wit

Checkers versus your chess my verbal sting was a swing and a miss

I relent what’s the use I can’t win truce?