no reason for hate

hanging on the chandeliers
emphasize that i'm very boring
today.
'cause i've burnt my fears.
of course, therefore i may
start every day
with a pure morning.

it even doesn't worth it -
to call it "happy love".
just maybe happy end.
but, no, unhappy.
everything won't be perfect.

to kill all that above
or though pretend,
perhaps, is proper answer,
but it will rape me.

why i'm not just dancing salsa.
she loves me
and there's no reason for hate.