I despise thee, for thee have no givin of care.
The disgust I have for thee,
You nor I could replenish the apathy
For the tales of neglect will never more flee
Prosaic hatred I have for thee; each day
The passion that is lit by a never ending flame
I resent thee, as another would love
I scorn thee, while others praise
I loath thee from the depths of despair;
My heart too cracked to see eyre
Hatred flourish as I see thou;
With every breath of your presents
In all worth bound
I hate thou to the ground
For I hate thee the reasons I have count...
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Poetry from the heart
PoetryThis is poetry that i have just written at night and when is pops into my head. Please do not judge i have just started writing poems and they aren't the greatest. The are all free writing so no specific type of poetry. Please leave comments on what...
