Love misunderstood as hatred..,
Something you couldn't imagine but dread.
When a loved one is against you ,
For something that wasn't true.
No matter how much you try and explain,
All you get to hear is them complain..
The pain pierces your heart ,
Like a spear tearing it apart.
Wish they cud see through each tear ,
All those who are so dear .
The love that would always be true ,
Through the odds that are so blue.
- Veronica Angela John.
