Louisos
10-13-2008, 01:17 PM
Make of it what you will.
First I must say,
"I love you."
But
when we are torn apart by the guards of your dear heart,
I hate it
I hate them
I hate you.
"I love you."
It stabs me;
visciously, lovingly, ruthlessly
on this altar of trickery
we are played by them,
I hate it
I hate them
I hate you.
"I love you."
But it's not your fault,
isn't it?
Cheers,
Louis
First I must say,
"I love you."
But
when we are torn apart by the guards of your dear heart,
I hate it
I hate them
I hate you.
"I love you."
It stabs me;
visciously, lovingly, ruthlessly
on this altar of trickery
we are played by them,
I hate it
I hate them
I hate you.
"I love you."
But it's not your fault,
isn't it?
Cheers,
Louis