You are lightning.
I am thunder.
You are the warmth of summer.
I am the cold of winter.
Although I complement you,
And you, me,
Synchrony is a concept
We will never be able to master.
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 2:26 AM UTC
On days that I am distant,
Woeful and cold,
Will you still be the lover
Of my impossible soul?
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 10:34 AM UTC