My OperaCaring hate
Wednesday, May 7, 2008 5:27:22 PM
The warmth
The pride
The honor
The on hand that would never fail u
Thee one hand,
That would never let go
The very caring the very curious
The very protective
HATE
The one and only one
That builds a shield
Made out of thee black, cold, dry tar
So rough on the skin it cuts it open with the softest touch
HATE, the one hand that would never let go of yours
Hate, takes such good care of its property
No mater how rude, cruel, and cold
U might be to hate
U will always find him next to you by your side
Supporting u every step of the way
24/7 on your side
Puts u in bed and wishes u good hating dreams?!
Rubs your back when your innocence get cold
Kisses u a hating kiss, a souvenir to keep track
Keeping the odds even
Telling u not to do anything bad, or mean to others
Or u wouldn’t be appreciated
Spreading black flowers all over
And as the petals were plucked out
To sprinkle with the hate loving rain
What more to say such a feeling
Of power
Of strength
Of eternity if it even exists
Hate a denial
A supporter
A dream
In reality
True
Yet fake
Powerful
Yet so frail
Hate
Keeps track when u sleep
To make sure u gets enough hate for the next day
Hate
Keeps track of when u wake up
To see if you’re hating enough to start your new day
Hate says good night, hate u tom.
TO BE not CONTINUED
The pride
The honor
The on hand that would never fail u
Thee one hand,
That would never let go
The very caring the very curious
The very protective
HATE
The one and only one
That builds a shield
Made out of thee black, cold, dry tar
So rough on the skin it cuts it open with the softest touch
HATE, the one hand that would never let go of yours
Hate, takes such good care of its property
No mater how rude, cruel, and cold
U might be to hate
U will always find him next to you by your side
Supporting u every step of the way
24/7 on your side
Puts u in bed and wishes u good hating dreams?!
Rubs your back when your innocence get cold
Kisses u a hating kiss, a souvenir to keep track
Keeping the odds even
Telling u not to do anything bad, or mean to others
Or u wouldn’t be appreciated
Spreading black flowers all over
And as the petals were plucked out
To sprinkle with the hate loving rain
What more to say such a feeling
Of power
Of strength
Of eternity if it even exists
Hate a denial
A supporter
A dream
In reality
True
Yet fake
Powerful
Yet so frail
Hate
Keeps track when u sleep
To make sure u gets enough hate for the next day
Hate
Keeps track of when u wake up
To see if you’re hating enough to start your new day
Hate says good night, hate u tom.
TO BE not CONTINUED
