The Perfect Hate Is Love Poem by Brian lehenbauer
The Perfect Hate Is Love
I hold a scar across my heart
Love why did you descecrate our love
It's a loss I cannot hide
I try to push it all aside
a desperate call
from red to black
distant memories feed my soul
when we were together i was whole
when we were togther i was whole man
now nude i do stand
bearing my soul to the hand of God
come back my sweet love and make me whole
miss you
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5/4/2024 5:54:38 PM # 1.0.0.1119
this poem makes me want to give you a hug...and cry...i miss my boy friend...