Hate

Hate is a passion without love

A heart just cold enough

To push away

Just cold enough

To withold the pain

To fight away the light

To hold away sorrow

For only one more night

And to hate is a second choice

When the first is to fall and cry

Hate is the other option

When love becomes undone

Or is given up

It's dark and black

Against the white

And grows and shrinks

In fear and joy alike

It's pulsing with your heart beat

Flowing with witheld tears

Feeding on your fear

But you can brush it off

And chase it all away

Push away the dark

And see the light

In the joy of a new day




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