Treasure Island

Bre Keyes

(01101992 / Mississippi)

HATE


Hate told meeh tha truth about yooh.
Hate is as white as tha lies.
Hate happened wen I saw yoohr tru colors.
Hate sounds lyke meeh and ma mom in a catfight.
Ma heart cried fa yooh all dat night.

Hate took ova ma emotions.
Hate turned everything black, and made meeh blind.
Hate happened wen I saw tha signs.
Hate sounds like tha devil building bogus lies.
Hate is the vicious lion dat tore out ma heart.
Ma heart cried fa yooh all dat night,

Hate was so huge, I cudnt see yooh.
Hate made everything red as fire.
Hate happened wen yooh crushed ma heart lyke a flat tire.
Hate sounds lyke ma feelings fa yooh.
Ma heart cried fa yooh all dat night.

Submitted: Thursday, April 23, 2009

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