The hate
Is a gate
For lies
The wind cries
For the day
We can pray
For those who died
Because they pried
Then they lied
And it cried
For those scars
That aren't from cars
From blades
They glade
Across the skin
Of which give
Blood seeps
The victim weeps
The hate
The gate
The lies
He dies
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Love Letters Never Sent
PoetryA Collection of love letters/poem thingies that I have created. I just get bored sometimes so I create things from the heart. I hope you like these, I worked hard on them. It's harder than you would think. Thanks for reading.
