the morning i wake up, the night i dream
another time for me to stand, another chance for you to talk
it has always been like this,
both of us trying to lick the sour taste
in each other's mouth
but neither of us realize
that you're the sweet taste, and i am the bitter sugar
—Zayn
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CHARCOAL - ziam
FanfictionThe aftermath of a young poet, Zayn and a not much younger doctor, Liam's affair. - - - - - - - All poetries are originally written by the writer.
