Everytime we clash we're coming
Down to where we started.
The cycle keeps going but,
None of us forgets the words that hurted.
We pass judgemental comments,
We argue for the worst.
Then one of us steps back and
Both wait for the other to talk first.
In eyes of people it's all a lie,
We pretend to hate but
We take each other so high
And I bet you'll recall these memories
Even when on top of the sky.
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts from an old diary
PoetryFeel free to vote and comment if you enjoy reading! (Previously known as "Poetry On Fingertips") •2nd Position in The Crown Awards 2020 •#1 in #poetryislife -28/June/2020 •#1 in #poetrylovers -26/Feb/2019 And plz don't copy my book, Truyen.
