I hate you for the way
Your very smile glows
I hate you for the way
That you seem to know
What can make me laugh
On a stormy blackened day
The right things to do
The right things to say
I hate you for the way
That you walk with a skip
I hate you for the fact
That you never slip, trip
I wish that you could die bleeding
And tied to train tracks
I hate you most of all
For not loving me back.
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Anarchy
PoetryAnarchy. A swirl of topics: emotions, allusions to history, social issues... And somewhere in the maelstrom comes forth rhymes and prose. Note: If you can't be bothered to read all the poems (quite understandably), I've starred the better ones.
