We were just, two lovers who made mistakes.
Feeling like ourselves are not worthy enough,
feeling like ourselves are unforgivable.
We are, two broken people.
Too scared to go back,
too scared to face the same possibilities,
too egoistic to stoop so low.
Too proud, so we build a line. So we build a wall.
We have built a wall in between us and
we often climb that wall, we do.
But never brave enough to fall to the other side again.
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Immortality of Pain
PoetryGatsby threw all the large parties for Daisy, I write poems for my love. and in the end? Daisy's a bitch.
