Stumbling into a perpetual state of exhaustion,
I rub my eyes from which fatigue is metaphorically spilling
and I stumble into a galaxy of captivating swirls
and bizarre colour collisions.
A whole new universe of irregular shapes
and rotatory walls.
A majestic planet
consisting of only unfamiliar colour spectrums.
Nice colour spectrums,
but unfamiliar colour spectrums.

And that
is how I feel
when I am with you.

If I were a flower
I'd be a single timid bud,
shying away from bloom;
refusing to unfold my trembling petals.
I'd be the bud of a rose,
turning my back at opportunities of bloom
even when the sun shined invitingly.
I'd be the flower
that was stuck in an omnipresent state of frost,
causing me to disintegrate  into nothing,
but a pile of remorse

Some raindrops fall faster and heavier than others,
and some raindrops are shinier or larger than other raindrops
some raindrops are part of refreshing April showers
some rain drops turn into pretty snowfall,
and some raindrops become harsh thunderstorms.
but all raindrops eventually hit the ground
and form puddles with other raindrops.
and when the puddle evaporates
the raindrops will fall once again
And maybe this time,
the once innocent April showers
will become crushing thunder storms.