Writers and Fighters

Reverting back to seventeen
I'm screaming 'cuz you're hurting me
The blame is somewhere in between
Not getting what we're wanting

Feelings miss the filter screen
And wounds can be so prickly
I'm overwhelmed by heavy weight
So ready to drop my fists

Because...
Our friendship is worth it
And I love you more than I'm showing
Our history reads like a book
And we are the writers to choose where we want this to go, woah oh

So take the time to break it down
I'm humble and I'm listening
To hear the words you have to say
While holding my responses

Valid are the feelings there
I see it from a different mirror
You ask me and I do forgive
I'm choosing to drop my fists

Because...
Our friendship is worth it
And I love you more than I'm showing
Our history reads like a book
And we are the writers to choose where we want this to go, woah oh

I'm so tired of dancing around this ring
I'm tired of writing dramatic tragedies
Here's to hoping...
Here's to peace - in the middle east?

:o) Smiley...
Our friendship is worth it
And I love you more than I'm showing
Our history reads like a book
And we are the writers to choose if we want this
We are the fighters, choosing to drop our fists, woah oh
Woah oh oh
I like us much better like this!

By shawna ray, today 9/14/11
www.shawnaray.com