It Fills and flows and floods your mind with anger angst and hate,
When deep inside i know its just love that's come too late.
My bitterness is a cake thats been born of several tears,
A pinch of this a dash of that,
Over many years.
Seeing you now is not a chore,
But something that I crave for,
Although I'm bitter as can be all I want you to see is...me.
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