The dark graveyard stones
The bleak ugly grey skies.
I just keeping sitting here
I keep asking why.
Why do we love
And why do we care?
Why does love happen
When it’s too much to bare?
The grayness of rain
And the bleak atmosphere.
But the world seems happy.
Why does it hurt to be here?
The grass is green.
And the trees are in bloom.
I feel so closed off.
All I feel is the gloom.
I believe in love.
I keep up it’s hope.
I’m looking for someone.
Please just help me cope.
The pain in my heart
Is nothing too rare.
I’ve felt it before.
All I need is some care.
I need someone to love
And someone to see
That the only thing I need
Is just love, to be.
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