|Poem I had to do for English;
||[May. 6th, 2007|10:07 pm]
There is a girl in my life.|
I can't help but feel love for her.
And on some occasions, hate as well.
She means more to me than any other.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
We argue nearly every time we meet.
And yet we love eachother just as often.
How this is possible is a complicated matter.
A mixture of love and hate.
Because you see, love and hate are mixed.
Love and hate.
They are used seperately, and together.
Some people would argue.
That they are even the same word.
Love to hate, and hate to love.