The War

March 2, 2010
By keyairalove101 BRONZE, Williamsport, Pennsylvania
keyairalove101 BRONZE, Williamsport, Pennsylvania
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Eyes of an angel
The lips of a devil
I desire and long for.
Touch so rough,
But yet soft as the clouds;
That voice is like my lullaby.
But I hate those eyes
That sparkles like the sea!
Envy those lips
That tells all but the truth.
Despise that touch
That leaves me numb.
Loathe that voice
That makes me stare,
All the things you are I hate!
And still my love is burning more and more each day.

The author's comments:
Hate inspired me

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