• We love to hate,
    And we hate to love,
    But we're tied together,
    Like turtle doves.
    We cannot live,
    While the other dies,
    With another,
    We're still alone inside.

    You cannot deny the feeling of love,
    Nor can you prevent,
    Such great a hurt far above,
    The normal sensation of pain.
    You spill out your tears,
    And your heart,
    Like you have been slain,
    And left to die,
    And yet you live,
    To see the next day,
    And that my friends is the greatest pain.





    ~La venganza de Luna
    24/9/08