There is bliss found in your open and welcoming arms.
It is possible this fairy tale is not a lie.
Time will tell, giving up your secrets, showing the truth.
The first crack in this loving picture makes an appearance.
Another blow delivered to the illusion of perfection in matrimony.
I’m tired of your strengthening love making me feel weak.
My building annoyance and your anger force a petty showdown.
Geez, here we go again, “another one bites the dust!”
Story of my life – first happy, then angry, now sad.
Time to pick up the pieces and find some balance.
