"To whom it may concern,
to the lover I never earned
Or a love so big, it mad my stomach churn
When will it be my turn
To watch my heart shattered and these flames burn
And to recall that lesson I never learned
When well it be my time,
To stammer and bust a wine
And living in the moment
Basking in our prime
Isn't it such a crime?
But this might be my fate
And I'm guessing it's not to late
To mark this date,
And ship out this letter,
to a fellow mate
signing it,
'To Him, With Hate"
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To Him, With Hate
Poesia"To Him, With Hate" is a chapbook of 6 poems and 2 bonus ones that speak on past, present and future love and the complexity of emotions, fun times and overthinking. It follows the set up of "parts of a letter" because it's one big letter that neve...
