Love isn't about holding hands... or laughing at a joke...
or being good at dancing slow... or sipping on a coke...
it's not about shining eyes... and it's sure not swinging
hips... it ain't the electricity... you share between your
lips.... Love is being angry... but stil not letting go...
it's when something bother you... and you make sure he
knows... It's fights and screams and sometimes tears... but
it's always for the best... it's hating him for yelling...
it's not giving it a rest... it's giving up your shoulder...
as a crutch he can lean on... it may be fights when he's
there... but it's missing him when he's gone.