Confusion runs across your face
And distaste laid upon your lips
Not knowing what to say
I dressed with a quickness
Each piece layering onto the tension
Dissatisfied with the answer
Questions were thrown across the room
Only to land on the floor
All being swept into one
What do we call this?
A thud breaks the conversation
Sound of keys bounces off the walls
Your love was now home
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