A rainbow can not exist without sunshine and rain...
And you are both...
For you bring sunshine when you are around...
Even on the gloomiest days...
And the melody of your voice and your laughter are  like the rain that nurtures the land...
Or in my case... my soul...
Maybe that is why your eyes are a complete rainbow...
And why I see colors and confetti whenever you're near...

she sits in front of her window,
absentmindedly staring at the people below.

she's cold.
so, so, cold.

how many years has it been since her death?
she doesnt know. no one does.

she's so lonely.
everyone's forgotten her.

poor little dead girl.

Where have you gone, little child
—my little child
You told me all your secrets
but never told me your plans
and was it nothing to you?
—all those golden weeds we plucked
and laughs that bloomed
I should’ve built you a castle out of it all—

I should’ve covered the windows with dry leaves
and letters
I know well of the temptation, but
what was ever so promising in that hazy night?
My little bird,
didn’t I teach you how to fly
didn’t I adorn your feathers with petals
—and poems
I wrote tales for your wings and
Will this be your repay?

What of the endless hills we sailed over
All the gleaming waters we kissed
I should’ve built you a kingdom out of it all—
We could’ve been queens of a starry land yet
here we are

I sit with the weeds, they chew away our lilies
you have long run away
with the dark
and the world is dry—
the world is dry without you.