What am I?
I am the silent voice whispering,
The voice of reason.
I am the temptation,
I am your desires.
I am also the knowledge you have,
Your thoughts, personality, emotions,
Why! I am you of course!
{d.r.}
The red tips of the finger,
The blocked nose,
The rising hair on your arms,
The chill running through your bones,
The cuddling on the sofa,
The snuggling behind the fireplace,
The warm duvet,
The hot cocoa.
{d.r.}
You are so cruel,
When you rejected me.
Or rather, when you didn't.
You pretended,
You would rather pretend that it never happened,
And then you stopped talking to me,
All I did was take the risk.
You led me on,
Your beauty and poise,
But you're my dazzling knight,
Oh my cruel cruel heart.
{d.r.}
Crushes.
Why?
They hurt our feelings,
Demolish our hearts, devour our emotions.
But again, why?
Because our crushes,
Might one day just turn out to be real,
To become like, then love,
And one day,
Just maybe...maybe,
They will love us back too.
{d.r.}
"How do you forget someone that had obviously meant a lot to you?",
I often find myself asking that precise question over and over again.
The rain is calm.
Melancholic, even.
Sadness.
Yet, it is confusing.
To be associated with negatives.
Because the rain is also joyful.
Growth.
To grow, you require water.
To have water, you need rain.
The rain is magical,
The rain, I love.
{d.r.}
