Bailey Rafter
Hatred is a desperate, needy thing
Old as time itself
Bitter sweet and intimate
As gentle as a lover’s kiss upon your cheek
As hard as the floor as you sink down in despair
It holds you close, coddling you to It’s bosom
like a mother protecting her child
filling you with purpose and fervor
you rise up, duality is your new nature
As cold as the first frost
And blazing, hot as the sun
you rain down your passion