Careless

Just a poem about arguments.

It's careless when we're angry

To say the things that we do,

When once there was a love here

That no anger ever knew.

 

When stubborn wasn't a way

And selfish was still unknown,

When we tried to help each other

And no one was left alone.

 

It's careless because we know

That there is a better way

To express what we both feel

Without fighting every day.

 

And careless even more so

Cause we fail to realize,

That love that isn't nurtured

Is a love that surely dies.