If I held a petal,
from a rose,
in my hand,
I think that I could feel it shrivel,
with the hate of a hundred men.
You cannot feel my thunder,
although it trembles true.
A million moments of laughter,
every time I think of you.
I hate you like a cold breeze,
that tears right through my skin.
I hate you so much more,
because you are my sin.
To live a life without you,
would take my soul from me.
But I guess it's like they all say,
that love is like the sea.
Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 2:31 AM UTC
If I held a petal,
from a rose,
in my hand,
I think that I could feel it shrivel,
with the hate of a hundred men.
You cannot feel my thunder,
although it trembles true.
A million moments of laughter,
every time I think of you.
I hate you like a cold breeze,
that tears right through my skin.
I hate you so much more,
because you are my sin.
To live a life without you,
would take my soul from me.
But I guess it's like they all say,
that love is like the sea.
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