Shout out to Love,
in all it's shapes and sizes,
with all its forms and spices.
and promises of good vices.
Shout out to Love,
In all it's glory.
I won't make this gory,
but this story,
isn't a happy
one. After all.
Shout out to Love,
for teaching me about pain.
And how the only thing I can gain
is an experience
and an infatuation with the rain.
Shout out to Love,
because sometimes it needs to be acknowledged
so hopefully it stops letting you breathe the moment
And you can sum up the confidence
to tell Love:
"Go Fuck Yourself".
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