Arguments weigh thick.
They leave a sour taste on the tip of tongues and for the most part, they mean no harm.
A spark triggered with little intention it seems as if these beings are at starting point,
ears out at the ready,
leaping when they get a chance
shedding all apart.
I pay arguments no mind, must be the reason why it comes near from time to time
my string, thinning with every encounter.
At one point, I held composure, well.
Prided one self on the height of tolerance, and as seesaw's I grew up, looking downwards at what was.
I cant ignore Arguments all my life.
A cold shower for the heat caused would be handy.