Love hurts

Love stains.
Love hurts.
I have sat in my room and thought about you.
How you always made me laugh... and smile
and you would always make it worth the while,
but then you left.
You will see it when it comes...
but when it goes you will become clueless,
alone,
afraid
searching for hope.

Author: Thee lady

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