Something To Call My Poetry

Thursday, April 28, 2005

When everybody treats me like a shit
You treat me like a piece of precious gold
When everybody hates me
You love me
The more my enemies hate me
The more I love you

1 Comments:

  • When my enemies hated me
    I embrace them and say a prayer
    When u treated me like a precious of gold
    i feel appreciated than a diamond
    When love collided with hatred
    It called true love
    It Hurt
    It Painful
    And yet we still have each other..
    The More I Love You
    The More This Life Worth Living!

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 5/09/2005 6:16 PM  

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