How differently You & I
View our wild & lovesick past
You- all anger & woe
I? Thought we had a blast.
Therein lies the problem
On reflection, I can see
Your glass half empty life,
Dragged down you-then me.
With clear & concise vision,
I see your love was sparse
Yes, the more I come to think of it
You really were, an Arse.
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