Love and Hate
On yonder paths our hearts did swell;
The livelihood of our own hell.
Simplicity of God’s good will;
Sweetness in song sounds so shrill.
With every smile you gave to me,
It’s easier for them to see,
Nothing more than loneliness
Is what beseeched me to say “yes”.
Another dawn, my eyes ajar,
I shiver, partly; troubles and scars.
My dreams, so real, like infant’s grip;
My mended heart starts to rip.
The loving, sweet, a silver drop;
An icy prick, my heart does stop.
Beyond the very sight of trust,
Calls anger in tiny fists, thrusts,
A match all twenty years behind
With all the same hatred for your kind.
Conceit distends all innocence,
To bloom to poison, fruitful, defence.
So, with another naïve heart,
He has the arrogance to play the part.
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Katalyn, I like this, I really like this line,
My dreams, so real, like infant’s grip, ty WS