There are many things I remember
Like your sad, noble, blue-gray eyes
Pleading for a different solution
I remember kisses in

Like a raging lion of the wild my anger is out of control. Madness is a loss of control, only fools and wild men allow

"Go on, get mad."

Get mad you do but it doesn't bother me

only you.

I do the little things

to poke and irritate you.

What do I do when I find out you don't care

Get mad

Why do I love you even when I find out you don't love me

Because I