Plight

Thinking of you in the middle of the night
Reminiscing about a time when our love was still tight
Now all we do is argue, cuss and fight
Damn how I wish we could get this shit right

I got an unhealthy infatuation with you
In complete deprivation who knew
Yet still in total saturation we grew
With your love's classification anew

I know you're the one I need in my life
I know I'm the one you want to be your wife
Yet our communication is loaded with strife
Like a possitive formation of a dagger and knife

Words projected in a cataclysmic definition
So far from the others meaningful direction
Tearing apart the other's heart with frustration
Leading one another to an unhealthy infatuation

What a difficult condition and upsetting plight
Knowing our love's formation and heart's insight
Want to bring us close....
Why can't we just get this shit right?