What kind of love is it?

Our love was like the shampoo,

When it rinses off your hair,

It just stays for a few seconds or minutes,

Sometimes the shampoo gets extinct and you never find it,

So then you never find your love again,

What do you do?

I wish there would be a solution,

But life is unfair,

So it gives you choices,

You move on or keep waiting.

If life be a misery,

If love be the cause,

Then let all the pain go away,

Cry it all out and maybe it helps,

If it doesn’t then don’t give up,

Still fight for that stupid summer love.

Maybe miracles happen sometimes,

Or maybe not.