You are a beautiful soul, I know that well,
Spent time and money to match your heart,
Yet when storms arise, you cast a spell,
And I'm left wondering where we'd start.
Your walk, your talk, I was obsessed,
But toxicity blooms when love turns to fight,
I mourn the moments, I feel so distressed,
In your anger, the spark fades from light.
I wish you'd see the good in your heart,
To embrace the love that's meant to thrive,
But I must protect my own fragile part,
In this cold world, we struggle to survive.
Osayame Evbuomwan — Copyright ©
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