Rain falls down I silently sit,
thinking and watching cloud
tears drip past my eyes
Love is like the rain.
The fluffy are crying
and so am I the love lost feeling
as though a hole is in my chest
Love is a lot like the rain.
True love, real love,
a gift to not be wasted
And only given to those lucky enough
to find it for themselves
Outgoing and kind wholehearted and confident sincerity
drips from the fingertips of the lost
The lost find love because love is lost
and searching for it isn't a cost if the life
you live is blessed with love
No one knows where it is found
the perfect conditions for love are yet to be traced
the absolute definition still undefined
but the feeling still connected throughout the world
A giant, continuous web of never ending
ever-bending thoughts and hearts and souls
Tangling and tying jumping and diving swirling and twirling
through the hearts and minds of the young, the old,
and the in-between Breath is lost
Hearts are sold and stolen Minds are locked in cages
and also released to the wind
But will anyone be able to think it?
In a lot of ways, love is like the rain.
You can see it in eyes
and feel it in your heart
and on your skin
You can sense it in the wind
But, can you think it?