Disagreement

Of all the things that I don’t know
The greatest just might be
How not to let it root and grow
When we disagree.

Shared

Helpfully absent:
Admittedly, I often am.
Planning is not my thing, nor
Partaking of a plan;
Yet here I still remain,
By a side for which I’ve cared,
Daring to concede
All days are not the same;
Yet good or bad, they’re shared.

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When I have nothing else to do
I can always laugh with you
And when I have nowhere else to stay
With you I never have to stay away

Tainted Love

I don’t know how I’m supposed to be.
I know you never wanted me,
And it’s only gotten worse;
I’m a part of your curse.

So am I supposed to take your part?
Are we supposed to have a heart to heart?
I don’t know what to do;
You think I never wanted you.

But all I want’s for things to turn out fine;
Yet there’s so much pain, and it becomes mine.
So if I try to keep our worlds apart,
It’s because that’s the only way I know the fighting doesn’t start.

Ostensibly Civil War

Even in times of peace
I’m only waiting for the war
Old wounds ache at a glance
Towards the people I should care more for

We’re all guilty of having thought
On one side or another
And in the end we all are caught
In the war of brother against brother.

Script of the Mundane

There is nothing sweet in this sadness
No drama in the tragedy of this tale
No monsters, even not so monstrous
No heroes who don’t ever fail

Only humans not always trying
And resentments who can say are wrong
Even though we all are slowly dying
Still this life sometimes feels so very long

Peer Pressure

Every week’s the same routine
We pretend we haven’t seen a thing
And worry all the while
Only half convinced you’re not ours, child
To tell what you should do
Ah, but nobody is telling you
Except for everybody else.

Frailty

There are times I come to wonder
Why we spend most time apart
And do not come together
To take a little heart

And then we come together
And then again I know
There’s not a sprinkle we could weather
And so I simply dodge the blow

Joy

There’s pretty things beneath the tree
Their shape only I know
We gather round to share and see
What joy they might bestow

Longsuffering

I well can see the folly
Of my hypocrisy
Yet all that anger must go somewhere
And you bear the brunt for me