I walked into the room
Mentally prepared
Invisible walls I erected,
When I knew you’d be there
I hate your voice.
I hate it.
It’s the only one I hear.
And I hate your eyes
I hate them.
They always seem so sincere.
I try so hard to avoid you
But drift closer to where you stand.
Longing to punch you in the mouth,
And fighting the urge to hold your hand.
I hate you so well
That nobody here knows...
Nobody, but you.
And I hate it.
I try so hard to avoid you But drift closer to where you stand. Longing to punch you in the mouth, And fighting the urge to hold your hand. I hate you so well That nobody here knows... Nobody, but you. And I hate it. hate is not good but the way you expressed this poem is interesting enough and heart touching..well done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very intrigueing, I wonder do you hate them as much as you say, hate is very akid to love... :)