poisons to promises (oc x bakugo)

In fierce debates and cutting jabs,
Our hearts were bruised, our minds were stabbed.
Yet through the storm of fierce retorts,
A quiet shift in passion courts.

Where once were barbs, now tender sighs,
A spark of warmth in cold replies.
The venom fades, replaced by grace,
As enmity gives way to embrace.

From poisoned past, a promise springs,
A love that blooms on gentle wings.
What once was bitter, harsh, and grim,
Now dances soft on love's sweet hymn.

(I didnt write this, I chatgpt-ed it...)