Balancing Act

We keep walking a tightrope
balancing the fine line
between love and hate
we can't get synchronized
is it bad karma, is it fate?
the scales get so out of balance
way too heavy on the side of regret
and I wish I could forget
some of the memories that we make
waking up one too many mornings after
trying to decide what's worse
the emotional or the mental pain
we are kindred spirits of
earthquakes and hurricanes
and we continue to drink
from the poisoned cup
craving the taste
balancing the fine line
between love and hate.
1998

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