The love.                                                                                 The Blood.
The cherishing.                                                                      The bruising.
The lust.                                                                                  The must.
The sun.                                                                                  The rain.
The fake.                                                                                 The make.
                                     I love you too much to let go.
                                    But is the sun worth the rain
                                                             or
                                    The rain worth the sun. I cover m face with
                                    Shades, just so my friends don't see what
                                    Happened last night.

The love.                                                                                   The Blood.
                                            I want the love not the blood.
The Cherishing.                                                                       The bruising.
                                           I want to be cherished
                                           Not a bruised fruit.
The lust.                                                                                     The Must.
                                           You say the lust is a must
                                           But I say it's more like a bust.
The sun.                                                                                      The rain.
                                            I love the sun
                                            I love the Rain but,
                                            I hate your sun and
                                            I hate your rain.
The fake.                                                                                      The make.
                                            I will not fake it until I
                                            Make it, just for the fear
                                            Of not making it, I'm in a
                                            Vicious cycle of torture and
                                             Elegance. That has absolutely
                                             Damed my soul. Every day
                                             On and off, on and off.
                                             No more. I'm done.
I just want to know when will I have my sunshine.