In moments of anger, words can sting,
Like arrows shot without a thought,
A heart once whole, now begins to ring,
With sorrow from battles fought.
The tender touch now feels like fire,
Every glance a silent plea,
Our love, once a soaring choir,
Now struggles just to be.
Forgive me, for I am flawed,
In hurting you, I hurt myself more,
In this cycle where love is clawed,
Can we find what we had before?
Let’s mend the wounds, heal the scars,
For love deserves a second chance,
Beneath the pain, beneath the mars,
Our hearts can still dance.