Robert Hall - Fights

Fights,
We all get into them
Fights,
With her and him.

Sometimes we need em',
Sometimes we don't,
All I know,
I can't, I won't.

With you my friend,
It's hard to do,
I hate to do it,
Especially with you.

Now we can't,
Because you’re gone,
I fight with myself,
From mornin’ till dawn.

I want you to know,
That I haven't won,
And now this poem is over,
It is done.

Robert Hall

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