You love my sunny disposition. If it lasts, sometimes it runs away for a rainy day. I call for it, spread those clouds away, but deeper into the sky it dives, away from my mind. The illuminating rays become dark and dismal. Forgive the dark casted upon the shadow of your world. I can only shine until my eyes crack and liquid pours, out of my sockets, out of my veins, pumping hard it labors away. A lonesome flower pops from the dampened dark dirt, a snap of orange, a pop of yellow, a blue like no tomorrow, they break the harsh laws of my sorrow. And like yesteryear my sunny disposition begins to appear. A glorious show, you never quite know, when it will surprise, those cracked eyes are gloss and you see a chick who you thought you’ve lost. Here I stand, and I do command, happiness that will surpass the darkest hours. When the sour comes out and I cry out just know that without you here, the clouds might never disappear. I’ve been drained and though sweat and tears I’ve overcome the pain, within my soul lies a stain and it will remain a scar that will continue to show me how I’ve grown and no one will own the show that I condone. So let it sit still, let it lie, let it be with you and remember why I’ve told you that you are everything to me and no matter how dark I may get, don’t you dare forget my sometimes sunny position and the regret that lies is with me forever and there will always be highs. Highs like you cannot conceive. I will repay the slow and painful delay of what I have brought to the table. I’m back and the fact is that I keep trying and trying to fix what I’ve done and the truth is all I can do is continue my sunny disposition for you.