In what we thought about the other,
Making our own assumptions,
The little cracks of trust soon,
Became the gaps for the destruction.
It was going to hurt no doubt,
And there is no way we could've escaped,
The very thought of us being only right,
Made the gaps more dangerous.
Every thing was bound to be a mess,
And the smiles turned evil,
The truth was there were always cracks,
Which made our wall full of destructive gaps.
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There Was A Feeling
PoetryWhile so many things could've changed, I wanted to decide I'll always be the same. But why is it so difficult? ------- This book is the poetry book with poetries highlighting topics anxiety, depression, self-doubt, heartbreak and many more such fee...
