• Like the sounds of a river,
    like the crash of the wave,
    fury erupts,
    eerily silent,
    as it consumes you,
    without a notice,
    hatred brews to the top,
    and pain shine in your heart,
    these feelings,
    however mutual they can be,
    makes you suffer,
    like nothing else,
    you can't mistaken it,
    nothing will change,
    the fact that you,
    have this scar in your heart,
    that takes time to heal,
    and love to shield,
    for pain is equal to hatred,
    but love is opposite of hatred,
    nothing can change that,
    love,
    that's the weakness of hatred.