We're supposed to spread the love.
Instead, we spread endless hate.
To those who simply adore us,
We choose to ignore.
To those who always ignore us,
We endlessly adore.
The feelings we'd love to shout,
We keep locked up,
Causing an endless ache of wonder,
"Do they love me back?"
Sometimes, two simply adore each other,
But neither tell.
For fear of rejection,
Causing self-hate and anger.
Anger at themselves, causing more hate.
Though, taking the chance,
And being thrown back,
Must hurt a lot less,
Than losing a love,
Whom loved you back.
With a sigh,
They ask themselves,
"Do I really want to take the risk?"
Author notes
I wrote this last school year. Some who read it really liked it. I honestly don't. It was never named so deal with the crappy name I have chosen! >3
Favorite lines? Anything?
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I know what you mean, if you dont take the risk then whats the point. great poem!
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