you frighten me, my love
how you hate
and you drink
your anger is hot,
always ready to flare
for some reason you cannot
see how much easier
a life of calm
like the gentle Sunday waves
could be
you scare me for i love you
more than anything
and this hate and anger
is clouding that love
and turning it into black
that sticks to my heart
like tar that
not even my tears
can wash away
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 11:37 PM UTC
you frighten me, my love
how you hate
and you drink
your anger is hot,
always ready to flare
for some reason you cannot
see how much easier
a life of calm
like the gentle Sunday waves
could be
you scare me for i love you
more than anything
and this hate and anger
is clouding that love
and turning it into black
that sticks to my heart
like tar that
not even my tears
can wash away
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