◦ coin

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    ◌ тιтle: coin

    ◌ wordѕ: 162

    ◌ wнaт: poem, inspired by a show

                   called “Doctor Foster”

    ◌ тagѕ: #curatorreview

    ◌ A/N AT THE END

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  No thorns can hurt like

      a well-sharpened knife

   Nor knives can cut like

      words with hatred spoken

   ion twined with venom

      of love slipped and lost

  That tastes like poisoned wine,

      sweet but lethal

   Might be the worst of banes

      known to human heart

   Kiss that leaves your lips

      feel bitter, yet craving

   Heart so used to love of

      one can become, desperate

   Even when it is no more,

      you shall not let go

  Because wounds so deep

      give us hope that

  One day, perhaps, we could

      love as deep once more

  Not half as much demons

      live in Hell’s fires

   As are trapped within human

      heart on Earth

  Tears that ran down your

      cheeks in the rain

   Could build oceans, drop

      by drop, with sorrow

   With waves high and loud,

      as angry as your eyes

   Love and hatred,

      two sides of the same coin

  We tossed our in the air,

      held our breath

   And watched as it landed

      on the edge

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A/N:

I’m struggling with some serious writer’s block and y’know usually poetry brings out some creativity and will to, well, do anything in me, so I figured I’ll give it a try. I’m not super proud of it but I suppose it’s better than what I thought I could manage. Thanks for reading!

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