Anger pt I

When you hold me,
I feel cold.
Your anger at me
turns my heart to stone.

No matter how hard I try,
I must think I was wrong:
"Am I wrong to hate your mistrust?
Do I need to heed your Anger?"

I love you in my arms.
I love to be in yours.
Even though I try to stop you hate,
It's always within my heart.