I wish I could have learned to hate,
So that I could hate you;
Then the love I still feel for you
Might have burned away by now.
I wish that I could have learned to call you
The foul and filthy names that men call women they hate.
But even if those names were true ,
I could never use them against you.
I wish I could be angry with you
for going away and leaving me;
Instead I am angry with myself
For letting you get away.
I wish that I could renounce my life
Since-- marriage, career, children-- as
second best, or a mistake. But I can’t
do that because it has been neither.
Conflicted? Damn right that! I am conflicted
Who said life was simple? 'Course, I’ve made it
More complicated than need be: Two loves,
Two sets of what if’s, one regret.
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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I wish I could have learned to hate,
So that I could hate you;
Then the love I still feel for you
Might have burned away by now.
Love Tinka
To Hate Is a Sin, To Love Comes(Compassion) from Within, To Forgive,i.e. There's no Forgiveness In The Eye's Of (God)...
ANSWER IS: Do Not Look Back...
TRASK
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WILLIAM