My shy lover,
with her pretentious persona,
She feels but can’t express.
Marshmallow like underneath her hard shell

A free bird but her thoughts enslave,
She hurts but never retaliates
Anxious yet patience

Easy to love, harder to decipher
Not easily to in love but makes loving easy
From a total stranger
to the most familiar
Antarah will be jealous of my love for her…

It’s raining,
And I wish you were here.
Because, and I know it’s cliché,
But I’m falling a lot harder
Than this rain, and dear,
It’s torrential here.
But these sheets of rain
Remind me of the sheets we share,
And I’d just as quickly
Wrap myself up in them
If I thought you were in there, too.
It’s 101° there.
But here it’s raining.
And I miss you.