Love the way, hate the way
I love the way I gave you everything I had. Every inch of my skin now belongs to you. I am trying not to be sad, But I am still jealous when I am looking at you two. I love to remember every day I spent With you, ruining everything. I love the way we are creating chaos, While doing some scary things. I love the way you light up my cigarette And the way you call me beautiful. Oh, how i love when you sweat And when you are dutiful. i hate when your hands are on steering-wheel, Because you can’t touch my face. i hate the way we are having sex And war on the next day. Hate the way you are playing on my nerves And pretend like you don’t care. I thought you will accept me the way I am. But as I see, you are not here. Hate the way when you are lying Or just not saying anything. Hate the way you are denying All my theories about everything. Hate the way you think I love the pain. And the way you are afraid of me. I know we are going to do it again It doesn’t matter if I hate some things. I hate the way you call me stupid And the way you think I am gossiping. Hate the way when we are fighting And on the next day act like, nothing’s happening. Love the way you hold me tight And the way I know that you know. The way we look up at the stars at nights How you read my mind or go slow. There were days when I wanted you. I am sure you can guess those days, Like when I loved you or when i hated you, Because I know you felt the same way. I was never expected things to change But can we get through the week without fighting? Seems like we stuck on the same page And here I am now sitting and writing. I hate many things. But I don’t want them to change. Because I love the way You are stupid for your age.
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Єгор Комаров
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2018-03-24 11:04:32
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Я мнимо расскажу тебе о прошлом И заберу кусочек шоколада Рассказ уж будет длиться долго О том ,как было тяжело сначала Наверное это для тебя не важно Спрошу себя, а ты хороший ?) И почему же стоишь рядом Даря улыбку лишь прохожим Мой телефон звонит мне чаще , Чем слышу твой прекрасный голос Аккорды струн во взгляде малость, Когда увижу тебя где-то снова Про свои чувства смолчу вовсе , Чтоб не будоражить просто взглядом , Хватает только вкуса кофе Лишь думать о тебе минутой мечтания .
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Question 1?/Вопрос 1?
The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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