I think that hate is a feeling that can only exist where there is no understanding.
Sweet Bird of YouthYou're a marshmallow. Soft and sweet and when you get heated up you go all gooey and delicious."-
One for the MoneyCrowded places, I shunned them as noises too rude And fled to the silence of sweet solitude.
Poems Chiefly from ManuscriptOne day at a time, sweet Jesus. Whoever wrote that one hadn’t a clue. A day is a fuckin’ eternity
Paula SpencerThe machines men are so intent on making have carried them very far from the old sweet things.
Poor White