When does the hate and painful words fade,
and remember and realize that we still do hold a love for eachother?
We've both made mistakes and have confusion to seperate,
but this mud slinging anger of pain needs to abate.
Enough of the hateful false accusations,
suspicion questioning eachothers love and affections.
It's not fair nor does it suit,
two people who've looked for a higher level to reject hate and rebuke.
Enough of this hate that just adds fuel to this worthless fire.
I'm tired of the destruction we've noth inspired.
I just want peace and to be believed,
that I've never lied about my feelings for thee.
In the end though it's your choice to believe what you will.
If it helps you forget me and improve your life than kill my character at your will.
I'll not hold you back because it's your life to choose,
nor will I hold you back from what you believe will help you to improve.
I've had enough of the hate and the anger.
All I'm left with is a burning ball of sadness and regret for all the debt that's been left.
I won't sling the hate or vicious words to retaliate,
because no matter the pain I still love you in every possible known way.
I don't claim to be better or higher than any one person.
I'm just tired of all the useless senseless hurting.
I hold you in the highest regard you're my soulmate my angel my northern star that guides me in your bright shining light.
What you choose though is up to you,
I believe you're better than endless hurting you're truly a jewel.
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Topic(s): love and pain
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