I hate you,
and you hate me,
we decieded this long ago.
Our hate is not real,
our feelings uneven,
we both have somewhere to turn.
We understand,
we've figured it out,
our problems no longer exist.
Like brother and sister,
we walk and talk,
and yet we're somehow indifferent.
We know nothing more,
than the other one does,
and honestly we could care less.
So what are we now?
we are only just friends,
but somehow we're like eachother.
2007-11-06
12:46:11
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dragonflyy
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Arts & Humanities
➔ Poetry
hmmm.. i doo see what you all mean. I'm more into a emotional mood than into a reflecting.. so thats probably whats effected the way it was written. I don't know.. when i write poetry... i write "blindly".. meaning whatever i write is just a train of thought that i automatically write down.
2007-11-06
13:27:31 ·
update #1