I hate that it comes when I least expect it
The straight road I once walked has now become a perplexity of narrow paths
I hate how it messes up my mind
The emotions I once controlled now take control of me
I hate that it doesn't leave my heart
That if my heart is a room then I'm locked outside and you have the key
I hate that it is but an effect and you are the cause
Because it makes me not hate love at all, but only wish I could share it with you
Oaks of Righteousness
'...and they will be called Oaks of Righteousness, a planting of the Lord for the display of his splendor.' - Isaiah 61:3
so trueee =="
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it can be so complicated. but this poem explains it so well
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