"OUR LOVE"
Everyone fight sometimes in a relationship
But ours is like a daily routine,
Their love is free from thorns but it feels like ours has no petals.
Our love was kill or be killed,
Our love was push or be pushed,
Our love was break or be broken,
Our love was obsession or suicide.
Different people, different choices.
We thought we could be one,
We thought our love would be perfect,
We thought opposites attract, but in our case... They repel.
Our love was so unsure but we wanted to try it out,
But it killed us,
It broke us up, both our hearts and souls,
Our love was our mistake.
-Xuzie Sharon
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Dancing Frown (Poem)
PoetryA little poem from a little heart, with hope and aspiration that it'll touch a big heart...like yours!
