I WILL LOVE YOU AGAIN

Young wise love.
Ageing foolish hatred.

You think hearts are trampled upon and left to die.
With their poison called experience.

Mine refuses to die.
It wants to love you.

Die you. Poison you.
Return the favour.

Why can’t yours do the same?
Haven’t mine shared enough poison to deserve a good turn?

We deserve the terrorism in our hearts.
The false hope in our old age.

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