Hate

I hate to walk by,

Those glimmering jewellery shop,

Looking at diamond rings,

Which glitters like the stars.

I hate to walk by souvenirs stores,

Looking at plushies and what not,

Thinking how cute they are,

Or how lovely it is to be hugged.

I hate to walk by Secret Recipe,

Eating my favourite cheese cake,

New York Cheese, Blueberry Cheese, Marble Cheese,

Cause it brings back memories.

I hate to eat my Dark Chocolate now,

As I know I've once shared it with another,

The dark temptation, The bitter taste,

Has only gone from bitter sweet to plain o' bitter.

I hate to go to Malacca,

Although there are many memories there,

A huge chunk of my life resolves there,

But it hurts to step foot there.

I hate I hate I hate,

I just a temporary feeling,

For I am I,

Things will never change.

I will once again wander around jewellery shops,

Buying plushies cause they are cute,

Eating a slab of dark chocolate and a slice of cheese cake,

Stepping down to Malacca cause there lies my alma matter.

Sometimes its nice to dwell in fantasies,

But it has always been a dream,

I can't differ between the two,

As both are important to me.

Maybe I will learn to love again,

Maybe I will not,

Maybe is such a dangerous word,

Maybe I am just playing with fire.

But hate nor like nor love,

Is just another feeling that shapes us,

An infinite feeling,

Chained within us.