How can someone be so full of malice?
I loathe thee cruel words and thee horrid ways.
You do not listen as you are callous.
My fragile heart doth break on countless days.
Your vanity is one trait I deplore.
I despise your disheveled, crimson hair.
My breaking heart lies open on the floor.
After all this spite, I may die. I swear.
Under the bright stars and the murky sky,
Tears engulf me and drown me and tumble.
To you, I am benign. I wonder why.
Sometimes I do wish to be less humble.
But since I love and adore you, my friend,
Losing you would bring sorrow with no end.
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