-- A song, meant to be sung to a tune I wrote a long, long time ago... at least the verses are. I'm not so sure about the chorus yet. This was, incidentally, written while perched on a window seat, staring out a few hours after dawn, during the week before OryCon.

- Love/Hate -

cloud-strewn sky
it's a cold, grey day
wish this need
would go away
wish I'd said
all the things I feel
maybe then
I could start to heal

-chorus-
don't meet his eyes
drowning pools of hungry blue
ignore his voice
clawing holes inside of you
forget his touch
every time it burns anew
he doesn't understand
what a wicked potion
love and hate can brew

safe for now
while he's fast asleep
day's still young
and this peace won't keep
frightened tongue
gives me pen and ink
secrets kept
but I'm on the brink

-chorus-
don't meet his eyes
drowning pools of hungry blue
ignore his voice
clawing holes inside of you
forget his touch
every time it burns anew
he doesn't understand
what a wicked potion
love and hate can brew

love his mind
and his cruel cold speech
hate his heart
that I just can't reach
love his voice
and his fragile soul
hate the fact
that he makes me whole

-chorus-
I met his eyes
drowning pools blue as the sky
I heard his voice
clawing, tearing, let me die
I felt his touch
every time it burns anew
at least I understand
what a wicked potion
love and hate can brew --