Poems

Hate to love

All these poems have so much meaning,

And all I know is words of bleeding.

I did not know that life could be,

But it has to be to rough for me.

I don't understand all the sorrow

All I know is ill make it for tomorrow

I know all well, to much of hate

To think that anything could be great

And then a little blonde came by

To make my sadness say goodbye

She is my angel sent from above

And oh boy, does he make me tough

All these poems have so much meaning

And all I know now is words of being.

~ Malina Ball <3