Lost feelings
Love.
Hate.
Love.
Hate.
Theses petals lie.
I can’t choose,
What to feel.
Love.
Hate.
Run out already.
I have to know,
What this feeling,
Is.
Hate…
No Love…
Or was it hate.
Damn it.
Now I go to,
Start over.
Never to know,
What this feeling is.
Happens every time,
I look at that,
Face.
I want to kiss,
And then beat,
With a baseball,
Bat.
There has to be,
What this feeling,
Is.
I just have to,
Know.
I want to know,
If this one worth,
It or just a trash,
Like all the others.
Love.
Hate.
Love.
Hate.
Thinking this over,
Do I want to know,
What is new?
Is that face,
Worth knowing what,
Feelings I have.
Damn it!
I give up.
This is something,
Flowers can’t do,
For you.
I could just ask.
No!
Then that’ll make,
Me more then a love,
Sick puppy.
I don’t know what,
To do.
I just feel lost,
Anew.
No hate or,
Love.
Just emptiness.
That I want to,
Fill.
Yet,
I don’t know,
What to fill,
It with.
I’m lost.
