In the haze of booze and heated words,

We said things that still echo.

The truth got twisted and wielded in our fight.

And love took cover, out of sight.

 

Now in the light the battle scars are many, wounds quarterised, but still fresh.

hearts still yearn,

For the warmth, the laughter, the sweet return.

I’m ready now to change my ways,

No more snarky comments or “oops, bad days!”

 

Let’s build a life that’s full of fun,

With love and laughter, and a little sun.

A playground where we laugh and play,

And maybe argue… but in a nicer way!