Hate
poem
Love
Hate: hate is a terrible word, hate
But cold shoulders dirty look, making fun
Or stabbing me in the back .I call that hate.
U left me alone; all alone; in the dark;
Scared to death; all alone all by my self,
w/ no one to hold nor to hold me tightly.
While I was scared. I thought you
Where my friend but I guess not.
Love, love is a wonderful word
Love is standing besides me not
Behind me, leaving me w/ an
Open ear and a shoulder to cry
On, not a cold one. a good friend
That will stay w/ me when im hurt.
I call that love. so why I thought
All along you where my friend.
But that’s ok I have other friends
That TRULY loves me.
Hate is u
Hate is me
Hate is here
Hate is gone
Hate is left
Hate is right
Hate is up
Hate is down
Hate is everywhere
Hate is @13%
Love is @87% try and make love stay
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