Dangeriously romantic.

Dangerioulsy romantic.


You and I we're the type that's hard to describe.
All those nights with flames of passion,
days that thunder with agruements.
A solitude within them both.

Competition arises from every turn.
Who's the best, I'm the best,
No, I can beat you anytime.

It seem that few words, never sufficed.
More were said then needed.
That's how things always seemed to be.

Firey tempers were well known between us.
Always seemed to get the better of you or I.
Ignited and terminated.
That's how it always seemed to begin and end.

The romance was great, but the passion was amazing.
The fighting was fierce, but the agruements were outrageously irresistable.