Love and hate are the abstracts of a same personification. An attempt to explore...
She was a phenomenal existence. He was an existential crisis.
She seeped in easily. He erred stealthily.
He created a new question for every problem she solved.
She led to him, she was the reason he was.
He was the yellowing of autumn leaves. But she was the one responsible for the fall.
One without the other, they would never be complete;
She was the unending love.
He was the hatred waiting on a call.
She was a phenomenal existence. He was an existential crisis.
She seeped in easily. He erred stealthily.
He created a new question for every problem she solved.
She led to him, she was the reason he was.
He was the yellowing of autumn leaves. But she was the one responsible for the fall.
One without the other, they would never be complete;
She was the unending love.
He was the hatred waiting on a call.
