I could compare you to a summer’s day
But you are more like the dark clouds that roll on a spring evening, the smell of your impending storm encompassing my senses
I could list every flower known to man to describe your beauty
But with the way you’ve ensnared me, I’d say your more like a vine littered with thorns
I could be cliché, and tell you all the sweet things you might want to hear
But you’re not attracted to the mundane
You’re a siren that has lured me into her waters and serenaded me with the song of her soul.
But my song echoes yours like a forgotten harmony.
I could tell you I’m not interested
Lie to us both to continue to conform to the traditional
But I crave your touch
I crave your tainted lips, poisoned with promises that caress my ears and my body
I could compare you to a summer’s day
But you’re more like the starry night in the middle of winter with the threat of snow in the air
I’ve always loved playing in the snow
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 11:59 AM UTC
I could compare you to a summer’s day
But you are more like the dark clouds that roll on a spring evening, the smell of your impending storm encompassing my senses
I could list every flower known to man to describe your beauty
But with the way you’ve ensnared me, I’d say your more like a vine littered with thorns
I could be cliché, and tell you all the sweet things you might want to hear
But you’re not attracted to the mundane
You’re a siren that has lured me into her waters and serenaded me with the song of her soul.
But my song echoes yours like a forgotten harmony.
I could tell you I’m not interested
Lie to us both to continue to conform to the traditional
But I crave your touch
I crave your tainted lips, poisoned with promises that caress my ears and my body
I could compare you to a summer’s day
But you’re more like the starry night in the middle of winter with the threat of snow in the air
I’ve always loved playing in the snow
