The More I Hate

by berryflavoreddreams

I hate you,

So get off my head.

I don’t like the things you do.

So why does my face turn red.

The more I hate,

Then the more you laugh.

The more I think you’re great,

And once more you laugh.

Your laughs, what is behind those?

I admit, I’m curious.

For you make me blush like a rose,

That something in you is mysterious.

If you ever read this,

Don’t think that its you.

I’m a shy little miss,

And I’ve just fallen for you.

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