Love is like a storm.
It rains all over you.
And when it goes away.
You start to see the blue.
When its rain,
you see the sun.
But when it's love,
You see no one.
Love comes and goes.
But its also kinda painful.
No one ever knows.
Buts sometimes, it is gainful.
It hurts when it leaves.
But its good when it comes.
Some times I wish it wouldn't be.
That way you wouldn't feel the numb.
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