I hate you the most, when you talk about,
A tomorrow of Togetherness…
When there never was a Past of Perfection!
The years that passed by,
You stood their like a passerby.
My eyes were wet…
Waiting for your heart to once state
I asked my heart not once but several times
To wait
But like a boundless wanderer,
It kept running towards you.
Today when I see you,
I am confused to understand.
Do I hate you or love you?
The smile remains the same.
But does your mind play the old game?
Of deceit and heartlessness.
I still hate you the most when you talk about,
A tomorrow of Togetherness…
- vociferous
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