What about love
When I was younger
You taught me one thing
"hate is a strong word"
You told me, "it can sting"
but what You forgot
was to tell me that
the burn of love can be just as hot.
Him.
You forgot to tell me
about Him.
You forgot to mention that
I would be enamored by His eyes,
captured byHis laugh
and crushed every time we say goodbye.
You forgot to tell me that
whenever He smiles,
I'll smile right back.
A warning might have been nice.
You didn't tell me that I could get upset sometimes
didn't tell me that love may come at a price
that sometimes love is just a disguise.
that it may come as a surprise.
I have seen every hue
every shade of love
every color of blue
shared in every moment of happiness sent from above
You told me what hate was
what it looked like
how it felt.
So I learned.
I learned what hate was.
I had no knowledge of love
no idea when it was there
Instead, i gave it a shove
like a bug from my hair
Maybe I would have been better off
if you had spoke of love
instead of hate.
I do not mind that though.
Over the years, I've figured it out.
my reason for love are tried and true.
I have no reason to pout
A word to the wise,
speak of love
do not mention those things you despise
Do not think on the things you fall short of
and do not preach about hate
instead speak of love.