the same

I hate him for his poetry.
I hate him for his lies
I hate him for his false smiles
I hate him all my times

I hate him for good looking.
I hate him when he acts.
I hate him when he turns to me
Picks off my single breath

I love him for his poetry.
I love him when he lies.
He is the great pretender
I love his tone of smiles

I love the way he pulls a stunt on me
I love the way he runs
I love the way he stands aback to me
I love how he beguiles


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