Sonnet Vii Poem by Christian Crisostomo
Sonnet Vii
I hate you;
I hate looking at your eyes,
I hate hearing your voice,
I hate the way you walk,
I hate the way you smile,
I hate you and
I hate everything about you.
I don't like you;
for being the reason why I hate myself,
for being the reason why I smile,
for being the reason why I write,
for being the reason why I can't sleep,
I don't like you
for being my only reason!
Your words are full of hatred. For me, it is a negative confession. Just try to be positive.A nice piece though.Keep on penning.Take care of you, okey? Love and hugs, Ate Meg
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5/6/2024 6:54:23 AM # 1.0.0.1119
everyone trys to find someone to place their hate on. for it could be the matter of them causing it or were causing it ourselfs much much hate in this poem twords whoever it was to. but i sence you might have just a bit of love for them that your trying to turn into hate Well done!