Blind is the hate in my heart
It grows like an iron rose
Enclosed in black lofty thorns
All at the sight of you
Great is the hate in my heart
Its blaze of a blast furnace
Surfaces from drawn-out whispers
'Bout you; at the sound of you
Faint is the hate in my heart
Its heat like sea breeze
Diminished now my heart sees
The truths you set before me
Dead is the hate in my heart
It thrives like an emptied hive
Derived from nothing, back to nothing
All from nil I knew 'bout you
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Colour Me Poetry✓
Poesía*Previously known as Poetry Dump* °Some rant with prose °I rant with poetry Colour Me Poetry is a collection of one hundred poems written in both a successful and unsuccessful attempt to understand the colours of life. It is a collection analyzing a...
