Literature
loves evil con
Though my dreams are filled of you,
I can't see myself touching you
The feelings there, tender love,
White and pure on the wings of doves.
yet I hate you like blackness that takes all my good,
Shredding a heart like despair only could,
Yet I want you near to love all I can,
You mend me together when you touch my hand,
But it will never happen, no I'll just move on
Cause this confusion...this hate is loves evil con