LOVE AND HATRED.
THE STREAK Glances thrown at her beautiful piece, She stood by the river side waiting, expecting, Walking in the dark dungeons out with no armor, The most sophisticated love, short hand… Something magical and natural, Returning the favor with a long fang, Red lights with words that cut like knives, Feeling it change, PATIENCE… A broken mirror shows beauty, Knives on her back, He was her antidote, With her own heartbeat, Words still tied to her throat, There, their ways left, He was her love and she was his hatred, Caged like a lion, but clogged like a cheetah, She is a piece of love, With his poison cured, She became a Rose, Priceless in its nature, Making it count, she stood by chance, and he supported the pillars to her love reality, The back page ends it all, But the beginning to the story counts. I know one thing for sure, nothing in life comes easy and not all easy things are hard to reach. The twisted reality stays in our fac