He describes me as a snowflake: whimsical and quickly lost.
He describes me as the first raindrop: fast to arrive, yet just as fast to leave.
He describes me as a scar: carefully placed and forever to stay.
He describes me as a hand written letter: unique and rarely found.
He describes me as many things:
but never "His."
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 10:04 PM UTC