Dec 2017
I hate the way
your eyes reveal,
The way they sparkle and talk.
I hate the curve,
The laugh of your smile
As it tries not to grin.
I hate them.
I like them.
I hate that I like them.
I hate that i like you,
your eyes reveal,
The way they sparkle and talk.
I hate the curve,
The laugh of your smile
As it tries not to grin.
I hate them.
I like them.
I hate that I like them.
I hate that i like you,
And I don't know why.
Perhaps
Because we don't have a chance?
Because I found you too late.
It's not you that I hate,
It's the false hope
given by time
Time that I don't have.
I don't expect we'll meet again.
Perhaps
Because we don't have a chance?
Because I found you too late.
It's not you that I hate,
It's the false hope
given by time
Time that I don't have.
I don't expect we'll meet again.
