Split my hate in twain, I have that fire and rage to see my desire burns of what life has to offer. Move my love, I will roll the days like no other. Any of expectations of my frustrations, knowing all I have felt, seen, touched and given time listened enough for all efforts. Love is hate, Hate is Love, all there is are none for it is as the same as above nor below, neither in the middle. Only to have not to hold, Only to gain, always lose. That I, can never Love and Hate, You. At the … Continue reading