HateA Poem by HopelessRomanticWritten in the 5th gradeHate is blood red and the deepest black It tastes like blood pricked from your own finger It smells like smoke It looks like the flame of a fire It sounds like a baby crying for its mom And then finding out its not wanted It feels like being used to get something for your friend It tastes like eating spicy food on a hot day © 2013 HopelessRomantic |
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Added on March 21, 2013 Last Updated on March 21, 2013 AuthorHopelessRomanticCincinnati, OHAboutI am a single mother, a full time college student, and I have always enjoyed poetry. I used to write all the time but haven't had inspiration to do so in a very long time. I am going to add all the po.. more..Writing
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