We are a fine line.
A fine line between loving and hating.
A fine line between passion and coldness.
A fine line, until we lay in our bed,
until we wake up tired because we adored each other the past night.
We adored ourselves until we fucked the soul out of the deepest living point in ourselves.
And that is the moment that we lose it
We lose ourselves in each other
And the fine line is just a line that may or may not exist.
Either way it'll not change the fact that we love it.
We love each other and the fact, that we don't have a clue what we are and what we are going to be.
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PoetryI'm just gonna post some random poems in German and English so don't be confused. These poems will represent some situations that I was in in my life, so I wrote about them. It's going to be about every possible stuff. And please tell my if i wrote...
