Give to me love.
Not abundance of your aggravation.
Love.
I've had enough of your agitation.
To schedule it for me to take.
Love.
Is what I want today.
Give somebody else your discrimination and hateful ways.
Love.
The World is in need.
Leaving Mother Nature not at all left
pleased.
All you like to feed on is hypocrisies.
You.
Have been too battered.
And nothing else matters but to batter.
Someone to abuse.
You have been battered.
And this is your excuse.
Doing it before somebody does it to you.
Give to me love.
Not your hatred.
I don't have that in my heart to fascinate it.
I don't and I won't.
I want you naked.
Exposing all your needs.
Drop your hatred all it does is have you to weep.
Eventually.
Begging to God to get you off your knees.
Pleading that your evilness from you be released.
To know love.
And that love from you I want more of.
As if a preferred preposition in position.
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Im lost for words... ❤❤❤ this poem ia beautiful. I love the passion in your words and the depth of love you seek to have and want... 💯💯 good job :)