(this poem is an adaption of something my friend wrote and showed me, with some lines being hers and the rest being mine)
If only people loved in the way they hated.
Passionately, strongly.
With so much fire.
Sometimes, without thought.
Sometimes, with no real reason.
If only people hated in the way they loved.
Temporarily, reluctantly, and rarely.
If only people hated the way that they loved.
Then the world would have more of it.
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Poetry"P o e t r y is when an e m o t i o n has found its t h o u g h t and the thought has found w o r d s." - Robert Frost A messy collection of unedited/slightly edited poems written by yours truly except when noted otherwise, covering all sorts of top...
