Our Love Catastrophe

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Round and round we go again
Love and hate and joy and sin

Laughter anger smiles and tears
How many days how many years

Can we continue to do the same?
A hurtful love a hurtful game

Like two broken and beaten souls
Lost with only each other to hold

Neither really feeling good or loved
Yet unable to drag ourselves from the mud

Cut and bruised stained and beaten
Our love changes with the season

Warm in spring and summer
But always returns to winter

Where love freezes and dies
And our hearts weep and cry

Then again weather warms sun does shine
And we believe it will be different this time

Yet it is only the beginning of our cycle
Never ending like our denial

That we are not actually meant to be
Our love is always a catastrophe.


Sunny Soccer Saturday

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Green grass, Gatorade and goals

Shin guards, socks and shorts

Jerseys, juice and joy

Running, referees and relatives

Free kicks, friends and fun

Scrapes, snacks and scores

Half time, high fives and helping hands

Just another perfect sunny soccer Saturday.