The Line - Poem by Briana Knight
You've heard of the line between Love and Hate?
People lied. In actuality that line is great.
So great that on it you can stand.
From way up high, you can see all the land.
Every single blade and dropp of dew.
Realize, the line he stands on is you.
For the place where you stand is him.
The line is so wide you can lay on its rim.
Easily distinguished, Hate from Love.
With the latter, him nothing goes above.
See, with Hate your heart has no room.
Dispare and disguste over your head soon.
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