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Love doesn’t make the world go round.

Love is nothing but pain in disguise.

Hiding and waiting,

Biding it’s time.

Just waiting for the right time,

To rip your heart in pieces.

Love is nothing but pain.

Why is there love?

You love only to be lied to,

Cheated on,

And left.

One way or another they always leave you.

Whether they walk away or they pass away.

You’re left in a pool of pain and heart ache.

You’re left pining for someone you can’t have,

Missing them,

Wanting to see them,

And touch them,

And hear their voice.

When you know you can’t.

It’ll never happen.’

You can’t see them again,

They’re gone.

You can’t touch them again,

They’re gone.

You can’t hear their voice again,

They’re gone.

And knowing all of this is driving you mad!

Keeping you up late at night,

Crying your eyes out,

Just wishing you could be with them.

Even if just for one last time.

Regretting all those petty arguments,

And missing them all the same.

Missing that soft,

Morning breath,

Wake up kiss.

Missing their signature sent.

Missing their annoying high pitched laugh.

Missing the softness of their hair.

That’s torture,

That’s pain,

That’s love.

Love is pain,

Nothing but pain.

~BrandY~