Bad Day.

Eyes desiccated from crying abounding, unsaltened tears.
Telling me you're going to walk away from me.
Even after all these boundless affectionate years.
Boisterousness shouting, things being pulverized.

One argument after the other, will they ever end?
I can't take all of this affliction anymore, baby
All I do lately is sit and contemplate as my tears descend
Don't pack your stuff, baby.. Don't go

I know I have made my own mistakes.
And innumerable I haven't learned from.
But I'll unquestionably do whatever it takes.
I'll change my ways, as long as you stay.

We always work through these things.
Cos that's how much we adore each other.
Stronger affection, is what it brings
Baby, it's just another bad day.

Brianna Carter
January 11, 2007.