To me, my love, you are the sky,
You are here every day,
I love your blue, just one of your colours,
The others I detest.
Tonight I know you'll hurt me 'till,
There are no thoughts of hurt left,
Instead I'll sleep through many thoughts,
Of hatred, all for you.
Tommorrow I'll wake up to the smell,
Of bacon you have cooked,
They'll only be one thought inside,
How could I ever hate you?
There are two kinds of men on earth,
These are the strong and weak,
By loving you I've learnt one thing,
I am too weak to hate you.
2006-10-14
21:49:29
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