When love and hate collide,
we finally feel,
the hurt inside,
that becomes real.
When love and hate collide,
We finally know,
where to hide,
or where to go.
When hate challenges love,
and the final blow recieved,
We can rise above,
or bury ourselves with the seeds.
How can we tell,
the pain left behind,
as we scream and yell,
when love and hate collide.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good start with a nice poem, Breanna campbell. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.