Some relations start with a spark
And they set the whole thing on fire
To end in ashes and destroy the ark
And become the pyre
Some relations start shaky and bore
It's all habitual and stable
The kind of love that exists no more
And is totally predictable
And then there are a few relations
It's destabilise the inner peace
It puts you off track
It pulls you away from your habits
And make your spirit sore away
These things have no name
It's raw, it's rough and abrupt
This is no keeper, this is a blower
They start and stop
- in a blink
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