Memories of hate are more rememberant Than memories of love Although they are like the sun and moon. They both were once Held in a eternal embrace Yet it was out of love That  they despised each other For hate and hate Were once tied by love --- Yet the strands of passion That once bounded them Was broken to create an eclipse.

Memories of hate are more rememberant Than memories of love Although they are like the sun and moon. They both were once Held in a eternal embrace Yet it was out of love Thet despised each other For hate and hate Were once tied by love --- Yet the strands of passion That once bounded them Was broken to create an eclipse.

Before lovers split Their flames were like wild fires --  Yet there may come a day When those very flames That ingited your heart May become dying embers.

My heart of glass Was shattered to flakes of shards, But if it were To be mended It would surly be a new heart. But would this crystal heart Ever really know The secrets of the first or Would this fragile china I now possess Be broken , once again.

Theres nothing wrong With what I want but The thing is; If I were to  profess my love Then society will condemm us both. Yet I do spy A glimmer of hope That you and I will be, Unfortuantely our love Will have to begin in society's shadow But it will suffice Inevitability our reationship Will be uncovered And society will not be merciful. For society lives by day As our love Thrives under celestial eyes.

People's mind on revenge; Yet the fractures within Their thoughts need mending Before they fall Into a madman's world.

I thought I was in love But soon knew the facade, I was merely lust driven. The kisses I gave To her were self-fish acts -- Considering that those Kisses were merely sedating my sexual urges; But after one kiss It was too late For I already was lust personified.

I hold my heart Too dear to give Yet my lover gladly Gave me it's heart. As I gaze upon that heart I noticed that it's lock was open Unlike my own Then I realized That I was the key To it's heart AS it was the key  to mine.

My heart of glass Was shattered to flake of shards, But if it were To be mended It would surly be a new heart. But would this crystal heart Ever really know The secrets of the first or Would this fragile china I now possess Be broken , once again.

My heart of glass Was shattered to flake of shards, But if it were To be mended It would surly be a new heart. But would this crystal heart Ever really know The secrets of the first or Would this fragile china I now possess Be broken , once again.