
In reality, Love and hate are exactly the same thing. You cannot escape from it. You cannot hide from it. You can only accept it, and hope that whatever you believe in is real. This is the illusion of life, the one thing that can destroy a human being...
Rated: Fiction T - French - Romance/Angst - Words: 398 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 4 - Published: 12-22-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2611620
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In reality, Love and hate are exactly the same thing. You cannot escape from it. You cannot hide from it. You can only accept it, and hope that whatever you believe in is real.
There is no line between love and hate.
In my heart you hold my hand
You are everything sacred among this land
We lie in the darkness
We watch the stars
There's nothing more perfect to heal these scars
--
In my eyes, you are so beautiful
I could never be more truthful
Just lying here, watching your face
Makes me never want to leave this place
--
We see a shooting star
I see its promise from afar
I turn your head
I tell you to wish
You close your eyes
I give you a kiss
--
The love for you in my heart expands and grows
The stars up there
Twinkle and glow
I break away,
Smile and say
"I will never leave you 'till this day"
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The joyous wonders life can bring
Makes this so much more
Than a simple teenage fling
Yet everything good must come to an unrighteous end
As black, white, and grey must blend.
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Your smile falters, your eyes flash
My love and hate, merge and clash
I reach up
You pull back
You stand up
I sneer and clap
--
My undying love for you takes a turn
It falls off that cliff you promised to burn
In return, it reforms as hate
As your spiteful words
Slash and grate
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The stars in the sky seem to flutter, then disappear
We are plunged in darkness
Just like my past years
You promised to save me
You promised to stay
Yet now your promise
Sounds dull and grey
--
My empty body now lies alone
My voice has gone
I cannot even groan
The life around me withers and dies
You've taken my dreams
To heal and fly
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As I lie in the shadows
A casket of gloom
All I can think of now,
Is my Inevitable doom
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A tear falls
I catch it and see
That both of us together…
It was never meant to be.
It's a strange thing this, the outlook of poems. Some believe it's just a simple piece of text. Others believe it's the hidden emotions of ones soul. Me?
It's just something I write to set me free.
Sam
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