cloak of darkness is needed
but not always supplied
a kiss on the wrong lips
at the wrong time
calls the creature forward
he sits on all fours
waiting for the right
moment
he pounces
ripping to shreds
the love that sits opposite
ripping
tearing
shredding
never stopping
cutting
never giving up
silence persues
hatred sits back
seemingly nothing happened
only love's torn up corpse
as the only evidence
hatred flies again
away to some other place
controlling minds
of the innocent and guilty
when love and hatred fight
hatred wins
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thanky sam.
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another good piece here...
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thank you ^^
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wow.... sounds bad... If you feel this way wow.. deep shit right there...
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baby poetry is fiction 9/10 of the time. its just a poem angel. i love you. no hatred between us ^_^
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