Hatred Of The Loved Poem by Mathew Sandiford

Thy rose is a beautiful thing as sweet smelling as to the one whom you may love but as life goes on as with a rose love dies in some of thee most painful of deaths but to see as it to say goodbye is the most hatred of things that could hurt even the strongest of men but to whom we are to speak of are only the people that are scared for life with the burn and memories of those who have past and die with great fight but with greater thoughts of who them maybe in their next life and as life passes in that one tunnel of white it hurts to see only them stood at the end to say goodbye to that fair broken heart but only to keep living life on and on with the memories fading slowly but painfully and to hope that when those memories are gone you wont feel the hatred of the one thing that would kill you.