we fight over clothes, chores and things like those


friends not foes

we fight over clothes, chores and things like those
clenched jaws, drawn out claws, many the brawls, like old foes
she says i've got smelly toes, she has nil iQ, i disclose

each one jibes throws, how we got insensitive so, only God knows

still, gotta do all and get close, overlook flaws, see no more woes
work to be friends not foes, coz she's the wife i chose

a permanent pose, till my days close
God help and bless our souls



Poetry by Barthoromeopoet
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Written on 2014-03-07 at 09:21

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Lol ... this is a precious write! Yes, it would seem best to find what it was you found in each other in the first place and concentrate on that. :)
2014-03-07