You’re a storm in summer,
So fast-moving and out of the blue,
You’re like the first day of Spring,
Blooming and slowly rising,
Amongst the decomposing earth,
You’re like a shifting darkness,
Hard to tell where you start and begin,
Filling the space with your whole being,
Your firelight flares up like a firefly,
So bright and fluttering through the twilight,
Your eyes glow with a glace of gold and rose,
So fired up on adrenaline,
Running through the countryside like a wild fox,
Your depression is like the deep artic sea,
When it gets so heavy you crawl into your shell,
So desolated with your own thoughts
You’re like a broken violin,
So beautiful but splintered with visible scars,
From the lovers who had misled you in the past
