I hate to run away
I hate to hold the lie
I hate what you never said
I hate when you never try
I hate why the rights never tend
I hate why the wrongs don’t say bye
I hate why the skies are too dark
I hate why the stars are too shy
I hate when the fears lead to pray
I hate why these fears never die
I hate why my eyes never bled
I hate when the seas are too dry
I hate what they always said
I hate that i am too old to cry
I hate why i can’t chase my dreams
I hate when it’s too late to try…
I am dreamer, yes I’m a dreamer!
lovely words… well crafted…
Thanks Archana! welcome to the blog 🙂