ironic how
i love rain
and how it wipes away all my worries
its spring
which is around the time
flowers bloom and
you come back
and everything's okay
but you love fire
and how flames are wild
unpredictable, beautiful, exciting
I watch
from afar because
every time I get
close I try to put the fire out
but you always came back stronger
and now my heart is burnt
and the flowers are dead
and now the rain isn't falling
but my tears are falling quite rapidly
pouring, dropping, crying out
my thoughts and how I spent too long
trying to forget
you
and how no matter how many times we try
fire and rain don't mix
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 7:18 PM UTC
ironic how
i love rain
and how it wipes away all my worries
its spring
which is around the time
flowers bloom and
you come back
and everything's okay
but you love fire
and how flames are wild
unpredictable, beautiful, exciting
I watch
from afar because
every time I get
close I try to put the fire out
but you always came back stronger
and now my heart is burnt
and the flowers are dead
and now the rain isn't falling
but my tears are falling quite rapidly
pouring, dropping, crying out
my thoughts and how I spent too long
trying to forget
you
and how no matter how many times we try
fire and rain don't mix
