Hopeless Romantics

If i could love, couldn’t i hate?
I once was a tale from Shakespeare
I would love and love and love to love
It was every way my better best
I was hoping but a hopeless romantic
Died every time love resurrected
I needed to learn from hate for once
To carry a notepad and carry your heart
But hating was a different kind of loving still.
Why bother, right?


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