Love LoveLove is like a Red rose, you charish it forever but you must be careful not to break it.For once its broken it cannot be repaired, and you dont know what you have lost untill its gone.Its created by Lust, but fathered by Time and patient. If you wait, it will came. For beggers are never choosers.Once you find it, it captures you in its sweet rapture. For it May not be a wound, by like the rose`s thorn it aches and swells up inside of you once its gone or broken.
HaterdThis pain, only this Pain.It hurts, it burns, it kills.It comes from inside and is an open wound for all to know and see, but not to touch.It bleeds silently and unseen, and theres no way to escape it. It trapts you from theinside, and makes you fall apart.Its this pain, and only this Pain..Its...HAtE