She's the type of girl that finds comforts when watching rain drizzle down her window.
She views life as a storm, sometimes with shallow rain and sometimes pouring.
But at the end of the storm, there's an apparent beauty.
She prays to be like the rain.
Leading up to something beautiful.

I remember those childhood days,
Before the clock sped up robbing us of our sweet spell.
Our love-it was real.
But oh how innocent it all was.

God granted us a childhood unlike others.
I experienced a love I wonder that could ever be compared to the future.
Your feelings, I never knew.
Could it be I was treasured?
Or was it only the vanity of my dreams?

I remember when nature was our friend,
And we'd go on adventures hand in hand.
I remember splashing by the stream,
And playing catch in the orchard.

I remember all of you.
I remember how your blue eyes sparkled when you smiled.
I remember how your whole body shook when you laughed.
I remember our first "hi" and our last "goodbye".

So much time has passed, and now you are gone.
The love I had for you won't vanish.
But I pray with all my might
That someone better than the person I could ever be,
Might love you the way you're supposed to be.

And maybe, possibly, that person could be me.

Sometimes I can't stand the unbearable feeling of waking up and taking a look in the mirror.
It tells my story, tells my truths.
Screaming at me that I will never be truly beautiful.
The others around me seem apparent and use to the perfection around them and the perfection they hold.
It's a depressing thought to never be called something beautiful.
To be an ugly perfection.

But maybe it's not my mirror, but in fact the lies.
Maybe the mirror has disguised the internal beauty hidden inside,
Just waiting to bloom.

I look to the heavens as my thoughts create a chaos inside.
And incidentally I find a new mirror.
The sky is filled with clouds adorning the creative beauty.
But the remarkable thing isn't the beauty that the heavens hold,
But in fact the one who holds the sky.

You see, the sky and I have been made by the same Creator.
A Creator who has created beauty in everything.
Could it be that His glorious creation,
Could instead be my mirror?
And my ugly perfection,
Has turned into a beautiful perfection.