Poetic Morbitity

Love is a Cloud of Pain

I know I feel above the clouds,
But soon, I feel

                    You'll forget me.

Love is beauty at its finest.
But I know

                    You'll realize you can do better.

You are my new nicotine, my new alcohol
But I fear

                     I'll become addicted.
                            And what happens when I run out?

Love can be a wondrous amount of joy
Love a can have you smiling just at a single thought
Love can be a cloud of beautiful, unexplainable feelings,
But love can be a cloud of pain.