Oh I heard it loud and clear
You can't not hear the word hate
As it stabbed like a knife deep in the heart
Don't backtrack and say you didn't mean it
How can you say something so hurtful
So many times, with so much anger
Twisting deeper until choked on tears
Was it an act? Has it all been a pretence?
All them times you said you loved me
I'm questioning if you ever did
Maybe the pretence is the time that somebody did not express love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poem about the power of a single word- hate, and how it can wipe out all the times love was expressed.