Some Days

I hate everyone who is happy,

Because I am a blue note

From a tarnished horn.

 

I hate everyone in love,

Because I am the scarecrow

In a forgotten field.

 

Some days,

I hate you most of all,

Because you are sunlight

And I am blind,

You are a symphony,

And I am deaf,

You are spring-time,

And I am snow,

You are the hunter,

And I am the doe.

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