It's rather strange or sad that the people We love be the ones we hate. How at one point or another in the heat of many moments we wish death upon, until death comes we face, we hurt with silent guilt and love. Angry at what we wish we would or won't take back but will express hurt. To tell them That they hurt us. Fact...Tho we still love because it's in us we find ourselves at your cross road crying with grief because in the end we loved UNCONDITIONALLY
A well articulated piece of poetry insightfully penned with conviction. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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