Bernard and the Brimstone

Around and around we go.
You saying one thing, me saying another. 
Both staunch in our views. Nobody willing to back down. 

Thatโ€™s how it used to be. I donโ€™t want that anymore. 
I donโ€™t want to fight. I donโ€™t want to argue. I donโ€™t want this combative version of us.

I see you. Cheeks rouged from rage. The heat of the brimstone hitting my face.
But I wonโ€™t rise to it. Not this time. Iโ€™ll let you have it if thatโ€™s what you want.

Because this, this here, right now โ€“ this isnโ€™t it. Thereโ€™s a better way.

โ€œYes dear.โ€


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