We fought over expenses,
We were no longer able to pay
Our lives were getting harder,
With every passing day
We fought with each other,
About how we would survive
Late into the night,
We argued about our lives
We fought against the hardship,
For a good while
But the longer we kept up the act,
The harder to fake a smile
We fought for several months,
To gain each other's trust
But no matter how hard it gets,
I'll always be fighting for us.
~Via
The heart is always the last one to leave the fight.
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Paroxysm |✓
PoetryYou ask people about love, They tell you about heartbreak. You ask people about smiles, But when aren't they fake? You ask people about sorrow, And their words could fill oceans. So if you want to hear mine, Here's my whirlwind of emotions. • •...
