Another silly love poem.

He said that I would be OK
that It wouldn\'t be so bad
he said I should not give up
that I should give this life a chance.

On rainy days such as this
I miss the comfort of his voice.
I just don\'t want to leave my room
but I don\'t have a choice.

I want to tell him everything
I wish that he was here
The paper is my hearts release--
as it soaks up all my tears.

Everyday it just hurts more
the pain grows worse and worse
Once and for-all proving--
that love is just a curse.