October 24, 2008
By Tyler Lahti, Mobile, AL

When I look in your eyes,
All I see is your guise,
While my soul, to you, cries,
“It’s not to late…to apologize.:

Nonetheless you refuse,
Yet this is old news.
Why must I choose
To carry on this abuse?

My wits, they must take
All the stress you create.
But I guess it’s our fate
To forever be (love-hate).

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