You're like that little bit of juice I thought I had left in my cup.
Foolishly I reach to take a sip, but it is gone.
Then you're like that candy that doesn't really taste good.
But still I continue to eat it anyways...
Sometimes you're like the rain.
I like the smell of it. I like the sound of it.
But when I get caught in it; I end up so cold and I am left ashamed.
And at times you're like thunder...
Kind of like dangerously beautiful.
You're like the mornings that I dread before sleep...
You still make your appearance and shine your presence through my sheets.
And at last you're like the night...
Dark, frightening, and qiuet.
Where no one knows the secrets, tricks and importance behind it.
Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 7:58 PM UTC
You're like that little bit of juice I thought I had left in my cup.
Foolishly I reach to take a sip, but it is gone.
Then you're like that candy that doesn't really taste good.
But still I continue to eat it anyways...
Sometimes you're like the rain.
I like the smell of it. I like the sound of it.
But when I get caught in it; I end up so cold and I am left ashamed.
And at times you're like thunder...
Kind of like dangerously beautiful.
You're like the mornings that I dread before sleep...
You still make your appearance and shine your presence through my sheets.
And at last you're like the night...
Dark, frightening, and qiuet.
Where no one knows the secrets, tricks and importance behind it.
