Love is a bubble that we burst,
To see who can grab it first,
Unaware of the downside,
Trying to bail during bad times.
Love stories have many folds,
Happy times are the tales told,
Nothing like real life,
Nothing of wild fights.
Everyone wants to be heard,
Emotions flare after every word,
She can't hear me when she talks,
As we both compete for the last word.
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