Hate
From love and lust to break ups and busts,
To sparkling eyes to welled up with weak cries,
To hanging on every word, to not daring to speak for not being heard.
I cant hold on because I have no grip, there’s only loose words upon my lip.
You’ve lost all hope, all glory and power, you’ve changed towards me, changed to sour.
You’re paranoid and insecure, you’ve got a problem for which there is no cure.
Copyright © Nicola Rose | Year Posted 2010
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