I don't know why I
argue with you these days,
I remember when
only romantic poems
were what I'd say
When I saw
your smiling face
But you haven't
smiled like You did
back in the day
I guess I changed,
not for better..
But for worse
I don't know
exactly when I
became a jerk
I should've
put in the work
And give you
the husband
you deserve
But I didn't
see it before it
Became out
of control
And I let
it...