After After

THis is about love or hate or anything else.

Love burns

and turns,

much as to my suprise,

it dies,

 

hate is surved cold,

as a waiter gives you a cup of water,

you dink it,

trying to wash away all sin,

all desire,

to fade into nothing,

 

But you don't see me there,

waiting till you leave,

til your gone,

 

As we all throw roses and you walk away,

i turned toward you and asked,

"Are you happy now?"

The End

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