Mar 2013
I hate you,
I feel more passion with these, then the other word.
With the same amount of letters.
The same amount of ink to write down.
They are closely correlated.
Just from different spectrums.
I want you to show me how much you hate me.
Push my body and take control.
Fire up my burning passion of the world.
I love you
Like sun rises and falls,
Without a fail, alive every morning.
The sight is short lived.
And almost always ignored.
The beauties never last for long.
Kisses the clouds hello.
Then disappears to the night.
But fears, if the passion will return.
As long as the earth is still round,
The sky will be lit at dawn.
Maybe that's why I feel more when the words slip out.
You tell me that I don't.
That I couldn't possibly hate you.
But if *I hate you, then I guess I love you too.
I feel more passion with these, then the other word.
With the same amount of letters.
The same amount of ink to write down.
They are closely correlated.
Just from different spectrums.
I want you to show me how much you hate me.
Push my body and take control.
Fire up my burning passion of the world.
I love you
Like sun rises and falls,
Without a fail, alive every morning.
The sight is short lived.
And almost always ignored.
The beauties never last for long.
Kisses the clouds hello.
Then disappears to the night.
But fears, if the passion will return.
As long as the earth is still round,
The sky will be lit at dawn.
Maybe that's why I feel more when the words slip out.
You tell me that I don't.
That I couldn't possibly hate you.
But if *I hate you, then I guess I love you too.
