Haters

I'm not gonna burn you in hell like any other girls will do to whom they hate.
Cause I don't have any intentions either to hate.
I'm pretty much sure
we are meant to be cool, in every spark, in every wink.
Love is somehow wickedly possesive. This is not.
We both fly, time will run us together, and sometimes it will separate our joy.

Don't bother, life is practically twisting you and me, forever.
Not as haters for sure.