Like a toxic relationship:
We curse each other.
Slap each other.
Call each other by names.
And do it all over again
at the next day.
But
at the end of the day:
We hold each other's hand
With broken smiles.
That is us,
Me and the life.
So why
the bluish and reddish colours
of the fight
Only appear
over my body?
Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 10:46 AM UTC
Like a toxic relationship:
We curse each other.
Slap each other.
Call each other by names.
And do it all over again
at the next day.
But
at the end of the day:
We hold each other's hand
With broken smiles.
That is us,
Me and the life.
So why
the bluish and reddish colours
of the fight
Only appear
over my body?
Sally S. Ali
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