Here's my point of view
Of a word only few
Treat differently
I think of it and it scares me
Other times, it makes me happy
Fills me with joy
Smiling with glee
Thought, on, love
It's the best thing
Yet the worst
Weird how that works?
When ever you fall in it
You'll fall out of it
It's like a race
To see who gets the heart break
When you do,
It makes you happy when it's raining too
It copes with your mood
