The colour of hate

I swear I will find you out
if I were the storm you’d be a dark cloud
floating aimlessly into oblivion
this one’s for that night
for the torn drapes and our verbal fight
for the macabre tales our lives told

your beaming face of blinding cheer
I used to love now I fear
we both painted a picture of anger
this one’s for the thoughtless words
for the numbers and a turned page
for the words I said and the colour of hate

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