Ice may chill the broken bones,
Fire may scorch the cleanest stone
But feelings for someone you cannot keep,
Will leave you on your knees to weep.
The broken road leads to a broken heart
And it starts killing you from the start.
Love is made of tears and heartbreak
Lies and screwups and big mistakes.
Tiresome battles of love and hate,
Fighting our enemies and finding our mate.
Love is pure, hate will die
But I've figured out how both of these tie.
Love is strong, powerful, and great,
But hate can always manipulate.
Hate is of fury, anger, and false accusations,
But love is of truth, trust, and commuication.
Love is something I wish I had,
Hatred is everything that makes me sad.
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