Love, Hate

Love, Hate

My room it is filled-
With buckets of beer,
And rivers of tears;
Beer for forgetting you,
Tears from remembrance of you.

Your memory, it just might kill-
Me, with these tears that I spill,
Living in complete fear;
Maybe you love me,
Maybe you hate me.

Maybe you hate me-
Maybe I hate you.

Maybe you love me-
Maybe I love you.

a reply to: JDeLattre89

Very nice

a reply to: Quantum12

thx!