Living On the Hate

by Noir Fleur   Jul 29, 2005


My love is like a river,
deep and wholesome.

My eyes are the windows
to see my soul.

My mind is like a passage
to my sore heart.

My heart aching with pain
and suffering as we live
in a world full of hatred.

And one day
everyone will be in peace
when my heart will
still be throbbing
living on the hate.

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