UNABLE TO LOVE AND LOVE

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Unable to love and love, you loved like mad

Someone who couldn’t help but hate all the hatred you had.

I realize now why I had to get away from you.

Every time you loved me, you had to hate me, too.

Unable to love and love, you soon hated one

You loved, because love meant you couldn’t have any fun.

You were like Diane Downs who loved a married man

Who didn’t like children. So she bought a gun

And shot her three children, with no remorse.

Love was the reason she loved abortion and divorce,

Love was the reason she drove to the hospital slow

And shot herself in the arm so maybe people wouldn’t know

That she did it, though she laughed and only talked about herself

Afterwards. You love, but it means you have to hate someone else.

Unable to love and love, you loved me like no one I’ve ever seen.

For the rose, perhaps. As long as there wasn’t any green.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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