How do I tell you I don't love you anymore.
That your touch does not
bring the tingles it did before.
The kiss that once soothed me
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love is permanent and eternal. Hate is also a kind of love, it is temporary though.
To be tense! ! ! With the sense of love and hate. Thanks for sharing.
The kiss that once soothed me Now burns me to be free. How do I tell you now That I hate you with every row. ohhh sad, , , , painful situations yu did bring in in this poem very well with apt words. thank you very much. tony