Hands Of Hurts And Hates

Sometimes we wish to hold,

Someone's hand forever behold.

Hands that could wipe our tears,

Are from the one that made us to tear,

And from the heart that made us to fear,

About the pain of love and lose, my dear.

I wish you'll get the chance to face,

And clear your hands that made a race,

Between putting me in breaks and pains,

And started getting me to hurts and vains.

Sometimes I watch my hand,

That wiped my tears like a wand.

The hurts you gave me are turned

Into the hatred for you that deep burned

The feelings I had for you and banned

The love for anyone else in the world indeed.

My tears turned into black,

Because of the betrayal at back.

My hands turned into wounds,

Because of the love I had abounds.