Sometimes it’s easy to see
Sometimes it comes naturally
Sometimes it makes the body feel rotten and rare
Sometimes countenance is annoyance and we’re left with no assurance
Sometimes appearance is hidden and forbidden and won’t be overridden
Sometimes love is a boxing glove, it beats you up
Sometimes it can tell you, you've been deprived as it never arrived, it wouldn’t have survived
OH WHAT A LIE!
“Sadness” is just plain madness, it comes to steal and kill
Grab it from the head beat it till its dead, if it lives it can die and always remember
YOU ARE MORE THEN LOVED!