• mwaniyaa 10w

    My sorrow

    Quarreling with you is like shouting to myself.
    Hurting you is hurting myself.
    I'd rather die than see you hurt.
    All the quarrels you win and sweet talk me.
    A kiss a day keeps my anger away.
    My patience has reached it's limits.
    Save me the burden and leave myself.
    All I need is a queer place to live