i hate to say how lovely she is
i hate her big round eyes
i hate the smile she's always sharing
i hate to see her pass by
i hate the way she laugh so hard
and the words that spill from her mouth
her skin so white—oh too white!
i hate her so much, i loathe.
and i hate the way her sparkles leaves
when she roam around, so fine
but one more thing i hate about her is
falling in love with someone who was once was mine
That's when she crossed the line
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Chained
PoetryI asked you if you love me. You widened the space between your thumb and your index finger, saying, "this much" And then I asked you if you love her. Your silence made me realize that both hands weren't long enough Completed.
