I shall hate you
Like a dart of singing steel
Shot through still air
At even-tide.
hating you shall be a game
played with cool hands
and slim fingers like mine.
and when memory will lay its hands
upon your mind
and you will understand
my hatred.
i guess i was wrong, to give you all my love. to put all the weight of the world on my shoulder and loving you.
maybe its just me, maybe im the one who's wrong.
and im crying all alone tonight, wasting all my mind just to think of all your lies. white lies,plain white lies.
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