i would compare you to a rose
but my english teacher said that poets shouldn't use that metaphor too much

so i'll compare you to winter,
or an overcast sky
ill compare you to every heart break,
heart heavy back breaking sob i would ever take
illnesses and bone breaks

but we know it's not you
if i can't use roses then what metephor is left to make?

in the end there's nothing i can say that could show you who you are
to me, or you, or friends afar
but one thing i can say that can make it clearer
is that you are finer than every single star
and maybe that is just as over used like roses and mars and drunk kisses at underground dive bars

but you ? what are you ?

you must be everything.