i am tired,
my eyes start to close,
i feel undesired,
my body is disposed.

She moved like smoke.
Wafting about.
Tempting.
As smooth as warm water.
Holding her would be like sliding into a hot shower on a cold day.
I'd imagine her whisper to be like caramel.
Despite what I imagine though.
Regardless of what I see when I look at her.
She still finds herself standing in the rain.
Jumping in puddles hoping one of them will be deep enough to consume her entirely.
Cursing herself because she can't dodge the raindrops.
I'll never ask her to come in from the rain.
That'd be asking her to change who she is.

Happy or sad?
Simultaneous Feeling within me.
Good or bad?
The skies are falling but I've been set free.
Full or empty?
In the brink of having my palms touch yours.
Beautiful or unsightly?
Giving in but ended up craving for more.
Condor or hypocrisy?
I said to myself I won't think of you again.
Innocent or guilty?
As I think of you while holding my pen.
Too early or too late?