Everyday i feel highs and lows,
causes friction but never blows.
Moan at you because your there,
a funny way to show i care.
I shout at you 'go get a life',
but one where i remain the wife.
I guess you can say i'm paranoid,
dont want your life to feel a void.
The sands of time we don't control,
no one can see how big the hole.
When i drink and the words i say,
regret them most the next day.
I really love you, i really do,
i only live to be with you.
The Rarest of all Dutch Golden Guilder,
could never come near my soul-mate builder! !
copyright 2009 Mark Curtis
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like alot of the lines in here and they all work together to make a great poem