Hate
Love is red
A line read in my sisters diary.
Love is dead
A line ran through my memory.
Love is bad
Incline your ear, hear my story.
My life is sad
But do not feel for me sorry
Cause I am glad
That Love in my life is dead.
Anguish is made
Out of the lies in love's name.
Hearts to degrade
Those who love suffer shame.
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Elfuric
Ever since I learnt how to write I never stopped writing short stories, poems and ideas. I am from Africa living in South Africa, Joburg. I am a business man with a love for music and writing. Its lovely how a poem can be turned into a song. Rhythm and Words are my closest friends. I respect The Sound of Life and the power in following your Heart which makes Music till the day you die.
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