Make-ups and arguments
two totally different things, yet connected so well
arguments start with snippy comments and annoyance
they continue with yelling and crude insults
they end with the worst being said
make-ups start with a sorry look
they continue with apologies and crying
they end with us walking away together
can we really leave the past behind?
or do we just start the process over again?
Make-ups and arguments
two totally different things, yet connected so well
but without one, could we truly have the other?
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