I'm the raindrops to your roses
I can drown you or make you grow,
and my shower always imposes
on the direction that you want to go.
I seem to only fall on to you
praying to assist you to become what you want to be,
but I'm banished when the skies turn blue
are you hoping that I will continue raining?

There's some things no one will ever understand
like why we carry a torch so long that it goes and burns our hand,
and it seems like nothing in this world goes as planned
but raindrops and roses live together within the land.

I'm the raindrops to your roses
I only try to add to your perfection,
and when a window opens; a door closes
but take my droplets as the purest affection.
I hope to never weigh your petals down
I want to assist in making each a wing,
but I can keep pouring until we all drown
but roses are seasonal with only summer and spring.

There's some things no one will ever understand
like why we give away the things so highly in demand,
and even when ripped apart; together we still band,
'cause raindrops and roses live forever within the land.

I'm the raindrops to your roses
I only try to give you strength,
but alone you smell sweet to all the noses
but only my eyes are blind to your thorn's length.
I only come to show you your own beauty,
though I doubt you'd ever see that strong shade of red.
Whereas I'm transparent; you can see right through me
sometimes I wish I could be the sun to your roses instead.

You see, I write but no one listens
And it’s hard
In a world where so many do.
So many express.
Depress.
Not because they feel the world needs to understand them
Not because they throw a blanket of empathy around them
Not because the real world doesn’t appreciate their detail
But because it’s all a get rich quick scheme.
A sale.
But I don’t care for nepotism.
I don’t care if you’re waiting for me to like your ‘quirks’.
I don’t care that if I don’t you won’t like mine.
Because that’s how it works.
A trade.
A shame.
Someone always ‘sacrificing’ by being the first in the game of it
But that’s not a sacrifice
The sacrifice is not caring.
Liking something because you like it
Living life because that’s what you want to do with it
Freely sharing
Being a good person for no benefit.
Not out of fear that others won’t give you what you need.
Not out of fear it won’t let you be what you want to be.
Happiness is not found in the wants or greeds of others
But in listening to your own heart
And knowing
Deep down
What you do for you is all that matters.
Then when you’re loved by people for your truth
There is nothing better.

So be a good person
Listen to this work
Like it
Please
Because if you don’t
I doubt I’ll like yours

Perfection is a notion that you should strive for,
but it's not an expectation you should expect to achieve.
It's just the goal,
and the closer you get to it,
the better you'll feel about yourself.
When I mention your perfection,
I know you aren't,
no one is,
but it's our relationship I'm describing.
I've never had someone to open me up so fast,
and already be there for me no matter what.
Every aspect of my being has inmproved since you came into my life,
and I see no signs of anything slowing down.
I don't know how it's possible,
but every day is better with you in it.
I didn't know each day could top itself,
but you've managed to find a way to do that with me.
If you were suddenly gone,
I don't know what I'd do,
it would be like the lights turned off,
and I'd have to stumble through the dark to find my place again.
The lows would be great and unimaginable,
and I don't know how I would be able to pull through it.
I don't know where my life would be today without you,
and I know I'll never have to.
So when I mention perfection,
it's because of all the love we have for each other,
and how much better we both are with us in the others life.
You've done more than I would dare ask of anybody else,
and I'm so happy that if I did ask,
your answer would be yes.

You live by what you see,
You can only give what you have.
You can't  do beyond your capacity,
You can't be perfect,
Life itself is not perfect.
No matter how hard you try to be.

not everyone will truly understand
everything you have to offer -

and that's okay.

you're an anagram;
only a selected few get to know the real you -

the perfected and improving sides
to a complex, yet beautiful masterpiece.

- v.m