How often do people argue?
For what do people cry?
Is it easier to forgive and forget
Or slam the door without “Goodbye”?
What lies beneath the heart of gold
Can easily be covered with pile of dirt.
Offensive words, a splash of rage
And you are alone and want revenge.
Your heart is not made of stone
As well as your nerves are not iron.
You feel pain and sorrow for things
You told in a tiff. How can you forgive?
So painful, so killing and strange
To feel that you are in a quarrel-cage.
Your breath is rough, pulse is high,
You want to get away and to fly.
In distress and decline, in fear blue
The affront presses heavily upon you.
You are not alone in this calamity.
Find a sense of occasion and amity.
Clear the air and meet halfway,
Rebuild relations, love and pray.
There is no use pulling at heartstrings.
Take it as read - time cures all things.
The altercation
© Copyright: Анна Хонькина, 2015
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