Seen but have never been heard,
Heard but have never been listened to.
Loved but have never been in love,
Kissed but have never been touched.

We dying
We crying
but we trying

Sunny days are what I preferred
I soaked up the lustrous light on my skin
I awoke in hopes for a new day
As I lived for the sun.

Rainy days are now what I prefer,
I unravel my ample and variegated leaves to soak up every drop
The skys gloomy but so familiar
because now I die for the rain.

I searched for a love that could not be found

I find comfort in chaos

I know kissing you is bad for my health
but I rather be high as a kite