Looking inside your mind for a place to live
because I feel safe around here.
It’s always a Spring day near you, dear.
Flowers blooming, blue sky rising,
sunshine crying from the sky
and I feel warmth under your vibe.
Beside your light I know it’ll be alright,
but I’ll move away if grey skies appear.
This is a silly little poem
about a silly little girl
who is caught up in you
And doesn’t know what to do!
This is why I can’t sleep
because I’m thinking about you.
This is so cliché.
Such a teenage feeling!
I will now end this poem
so I can keep daydreaming…
Through a storm made by peace
Don’t know how long it’ll be until I’m at ease.
Once again we are fading.
Will we find each other in the rain?
Or will it only bring more pain?
Once upon a time I thought we were made to rhyme.
But now I just think we’re out of time.
I don’t want this.
I want us to find bliss together
and make it last forever.
I enter December smiling but alone.
Fearing my old new habits
and who I’ve become.
I’m doing great,
looking down and down,
and down I don’t go anymore.
I no longer rhyme,
because you liked that
and you’re not mine
no longer. No longer you’re mine.
But I wish you were
so I could be warm tonight.
I do not have the time,
I will not waste sunshine,
To think about when you were mine.
Rain might fall,
Thunder might scream,
But my eyes are dry
And your name does not bang in my mind.
Never did since skies turned gray.
And I do not think about you…
Only when I am frail.
I say goodbye to your lips,
I say goodbye to your touch,
arms like towers,
just a memory.
Now it’s nothing but a memory.
Now I’m at peace with myself.