Looking through the windows of life. So many tears rolling down her eyes. A love that once was so pure so honest so loved destroyed by deception. She sits and wonder what is love suppose to be like. Is love mean being hurt, falling tears and feeling like an empty soul? She wipes the dirty window and see nothing but fog nothing but rain. She closes her eyes and ask for a true description of this feeling that everyone calls the best feeling ever. Drops her head her.,,head in her hands and sighs...why does something so described as so good feel so bad.....Can u wipe the cloudy window and dry the rain and show me where love is???? Maybe one day she will be able to wipe that window and see the true meaning....
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