The Fight
When love is such a rare commodity
You wonder if it's ever going to come
You're spending all your spir'tual currency
On hopes that you have finally found the One
With luck, the ecstasy will find your heart
But not before affection, care and love
To maintain such tropes is a work of art
Genuine feelings feel like from above
But even if your actions are all right
You sometimes find what's striven for is gone
You beg to keep it, but despite the fight
A slamming door, a trauma room's long tone
But when you're left with nothing more to say
Destiny always buys another day