A
cracked open soul,
That refuses to die.
To weak to keep going,
Yet too strong to cry.
Another hurt soul,
That hides it’s tears.
No parents to love,
And hated by peers.
The Lover was hurt,
The Hater was cracked.
And one made up,
For what the other lacked.
Closer than close,
They became friends,
But ‘Friend’ turned to love,
The bond never ends.
He’s so naïve,
The Lover’s a child.
He gives the Hater,
A reason to smile.
So hidden away,
The Hater is scared.
It reassures the Lover,
That his fears are shared.
They can’t let it go,
Though they’d meet again later.
But the Hater missed the Lover,
And the Lover missed the Hater.
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