Street cleaners gather beneath crisp tree leaves, Collecting cloudy tears along the hem of their hoods, Their oversized coats reminding me of the night we shared a bench within the downpour of the city, You demanded I kept my hood down, Allowing raindrops to trickle atop the bridge of my nose As your fingers traced the cherry red tips of my ears, I spent many minutes contemplating how I would explain my state to my mother, Settling on the notion to flee to my room the moment I returned, Soon enough sense turned hazy, Your violet lips nicked my own, In a sickly speed.
When I'm alone, the rain is wet. Nothing more nothing less. But when I'm with you the rain is small drops of life that rejuvenate the earth. Little sparkles that make pitter patter sounds, which unite in a perfect symphony with my fast heart beat. Just as the beating slows One glance from you sets my heart ablaze again continuing the sonata. Only when you kiss me does the beating stop for a moment, In shock that my greatest hope has finally became true.
You're scent is best forgotten. Yet I remember your cinnamon hair, Everytime the breeze carried the warm smell to my nose I smiled. Because it meant you were still there with me. We weren't in love, Because we are and were, too young to be having such big emotions. But I know that whenever I catch the scent of cinnamon on an afternoon autumn breeze.
Awake! Awake! Please awake! The only words she knew as the breath leaves my being As she sobs, I gained strength When she stops, my life drifts away. She's connected with me.
Live! Live! Please live! Without you I am nothing, I was touched So deep within my wounds, I felt love sinking through I was so infatuated. Even love can heal and I got to experience that.
Breathe! Breathe! Please breathe! I need you here with me for I am nothing without thee She vented with her tears, she screamed in anger I was the hope for her living, the reason at that She was in love with me.
Don't go! Don't go! Please don't go! I was at the edge of life, It was my time to leave scorched earth. She wept and in her arms is where I died. She killed herself and I think that was love.
Inspired by past relationships and the relationships that some of my closest friends have been in.