Nov 15, 2006 17:15
I loved you,
I still do,
But not in a,
Intimate way,
For some times,
I hate you.
I hate the fact your judgmental,
I hate the fact you try analyze me,
I hate the fact you question,
The new direction of I choose,
To take my life in.
I hate the fact you nag me non-stop,
I hate the fact you love to pry.
I hate the fact that we are different,
That we never seemed,
To be in a true love.
I hate the fact we could not spend,
A lot of time together,
Towards the end,
Not at all,
I hate the fact,
That I may never,
Give the keys of my heart,
And soul,
To another woman,
With the ease I gave them,
To you.
love,
hate