Treasure Island

Bittersweet Music


Hate?


I hate you because
You are my life

I hate you because
You neglect me in spite

I hate you because
You play with my heart

I hate you because
You still part of me
My soul it starts

I hate you because
I lost control

Though it wasn't
Your fault in a way

But of it's own

I hate you because
Without you I am broken

I still am sold

And I hate you mostly
Because I don't hate you at all

I love you
And it is a painful call

Submitted: Sunday, April 28, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 24, 2013

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