| War of the Words |
| How I love my little friend But his manners are rather appalling. What I can't understand is why he must cuss, And several times ignore me. But when I'm ready to toss him aside, And never talk to him again, He'll come back smiling And put on his charm. For how sweet he can really be. I love that boy when he's so sweet, But it never lasts for long, And soon the cycle will start again. How depressed I will be. Last night our souls finally connected. Who knew we had so much in common? But when he starts up with all that cussing, I almost shed a tear. What happened to the boy I talked to last night? What happened to make him so different? I wish he would always be sweet. If he did go that way I'd kiss him. |
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