I am the stormy cloud
That shades the pretty sun
When you want to tan
I am the pencil shavings
That you blew off
Your desk
Because you didn't
Want me there
Anymore
I am all the rips
In your favorite
Jeans
I am your math book
Hibernating in
The bottom of your locker
You never take me
To class
Because you forget me
I am the petals
You pick off the
Sunflowers
While you chant
"She loves me,
She loves me not"
You'll never know if I do
You always pluck me off
And throw me on
The ground
I am the shadows
In your room at night
You get afraid
And turn the other
Way
Apr 20, 2013
Apr 20, 2013 at 9:59 AM UTC
I am the stormy cloud
That shades the pretty sun
When you want to tan
I am the pencil shavings
That you blew off
Your desk
Because you didn't
Want me there
Anymore
I am all the rips
In your favorite
Jeans
I am your math book
Hibernating in
The bottom of your locker
You never take me
To class
Because you forget me
I am the petals
You pick off the
Sunflowers
While you chant
"She loves me,
She loves me not"
You'll never know if I do
You always pluck me off
And throw me on
The ground
I am the shadows
In your room at night
You get afraid
And turn the other
Way
