Whenever I feel the need to poem it out you get some rad poems. some depressed, happy, stressed, you know every other emotion there is, sometimes it's more than once.
I don't know, I just need to write stuff right now.
When you thought you found the one,
after all this time,
after all the poeple that left,
and it turns out,
she loves someone else.
For when the rain comes,
and the hail,
and all hell is unleashed,
out of nowhere.