By Jane Harrison email: fox.carter@misty2.freeserve.co.uk
Date: 26 November 1998

Hate who you Love

  
   I didn't ask you to love me,
   It scares me sometimes,
   when I see fires burning,
   Deep within your eyes.
   You laugh at me behind my back,
   pretending you're for real,
   saying that you love me,
   'wonder what you do feel.
   Love is something you have to earn,
   while I haven't done a thing,
   which is why I hate you like I do,
   I thought lying was a sin.
   I don't want your love or pity,
   even if it's true and pure,
   the truth is that I'm terrified,
   that now I love you more.