The days of anger that filled my breath
Are here to stay and happily rest
Within our thoughts and feelings and breaths
These days of anger are for the best
They build us up and liven our souls
Like protected thoughts and things we stole
The love we made has switched its role
And the fights we make pay its toll
The days of anger make us rich
Grow stronger by douche, grow stronger by bitch
To love one another is only our niche
If only perfection, no need to be fixed
My love for you will not deny
The love you give which is disguised
By shame and salt and sugar and pride
My love for you will never die
The saddest day should come about
When love is consumed by grace of doubt
And should that day come about
My heart will wither, without a doubt
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