We're toxic
Our love's a dangerous tragedy
I criticise, you accuse.
What are we doing?
this thing between us,
it keeps killing both of us.
fights and arguments,
I yell and you break things
we keep hitting each others where it pains.
In the end,
both of us get hurt but,
One of us is always crying
are We worth trying?
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Silence and Sins
PoetryNone of us are the same. Every mind different, Every body different, Every soul different. but funny isn't it, that yet here we are, Agreeing. Feeling. Knowing. Understanding. Just what those lines mean, written by a single person. because we've...
