Love is like a tissue
You could give it away
Just to be used
And thrown away
On a gloomy day
It rains
And the tissue
Will get mushy and wet
From your sorrows and grief
But even though
It’s wet
It could be useful
Maybe you haven’t met
Your true love yet
But don’t let doubt
Overcome you
Never stop looking
Just mold it
Into something new
Vernazera Lumba
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kleenex/
