how is it,
that in a world of rainbows and berries and kisses,
people still find reason to hate.
hate with such intensity, it consumes them,
hate others, for things they cant control
hate,
when all thats really needed is- love
YOU ARE READING
Ethereal
PoetryHighest rank: #9 ~Sometimes memories roll down my cheeks and end up as ink on paper~ Cover by @-abstractedly
