There are four different types of people in this world
Those who love to abuse...
Those who are abused...
Those who love the abused...
And those who love the abuse.
And the problem is, so many of us don't see them coming.
When the storm clouds are approaching we don't
run for cover...
We stand there in the rain...
Growing tired, hurt, soaked in pain...
The rain hurts especially when it's freezing.
People who love to abuse...
Have been doing it for a long time...
They are cold and calculated.
And for those of us who love (need) the abuse,
Just staying weathering the storm.
Just waiting for someone to become
the sunshine their soul so desperately needs.
We hear the sirens and the warnings...
But, we need the hail and the wind...
If it hurts at least we feel something...
We just need to feel...
And they happily provide... Only stopping for a minute
to show an ounce of compassion.
Just a kiss on the forehead.
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