My stomch turns,
I think of you,
Burning inside,
Passion is gone
Hostility remains,
Love has left,
just as the crimson,
From my veins,
Provoke me futher
into this rage,
Bloodshot eyes,
can see only hate,
Your the reason,
false reason was given,
Question me not that of my love,
The Repugnance of your words,
Echo through this demented mind,
lose the illusion you'll come to me in time,
feel the presence of a ghost,
Never there,
when I need love the most,
you all but dissapear,
Hate my love,
and love my hate,
Go back to sleep,
Your love is not my fate...
Brilliant Poem Crimson, For sometimes the love you think your looking for isn't what you truly desire. It never too late to change ones minds. Especially when the hearts involved. With a past relationship dissolved. One can finally move on.
Like it. Love and hate seem to run. Very close here. Read my poem called, let me love somebody. I don't think like that anymore but i did for s lot Of years. These days i'm settled with a family.
Nice piece of work. You center on love so much. Is that were your specialty lies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice writing...love it. -SG xo