[POEM FIVE]
Love isn't love
when it comes about you and me.
Hate is the only thing we experience
when we are both at home.
Being together,
but always apart.
Feeling bad 'cause you're always cheating on me.
And I drive you crazy 'cause I constantly scream.
What happens with our love?
With our lifes?
Because I used to think we would be the King and Queen.
And now we're just plebeians with unfulfilled dreams.
I'm the one who cry
when you are at work.
The one who make your life impossible
when you are at home.
And you always seem to be the nice guy,
but indeed you're the silent one.
And who would believe?
That to them I'm the lion and you're the sheep.
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