To love is to feel  the purest of pain,

To lust is to take ones body in vain,

It quickly falls apart when the seed grows into fear,

And the rain quickly washes away the tears,

Lie down and cry those tears that turn into resent,

So hard for him to see you are an angel, heaven sent,

So used to the lies that tear you from what you truly are,

Afraid to leave behind this hollow world and reach for your stars,

Don’t lose sight of what you have become,

Don’t let those storm clouds cover up your sun.