Head or Tails by Ugo Sanchez

When I look at you smiling
I think of the times you would be sad.
When you cry,
I think of the times you laugh,
When you are broke,
I wish for the time you would be rich.
When you dance,
I think of what you feel when you don't.
When you love,
I don't want to be on that side when you hate.
When you save,
I mourn with you on the things you've lost.
When you argue,
I love being against you,
Because I know what I would gain.
Arguments are not about winning,
But about picking the next person's brain.
When you are troubled,
I turn into a joker.
Try as much as I can to make you laugh.
And I've never tried so hard for something,
Not even Mathematics.
So,
All I ask,
Is for you to know I love you.
Even If I'm guilty at times,
For making you cry,
Making you feel sad,
Being the big spender and that's why you broke.
Making you not able to dance,
Because I step on your feet too many times.
And I spark up arguments
And get you angry.
Also make jokes that pisses you off or you don't get.
Just know,
That there are two sides of a coin,
And I'm with you
Be it heads or tails.
By
Ugo Sánchez

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