I know,
What we see in each other is our silver foil.
Inside we both have,
Those pungent smelling, bitter tasting
Sunset yellow pills
We are too afraid to swallow.
These might kill you, might kill me.
Might be crippling us for the rest of our lives.
Or like a tiny star in the darkest night,
Might end up curing us.
Brotipriya 