You were the summer breeze
cold and dry, yet warm and
bright, crossed the mountains
and valleys just to say hi . I
wish you never stopped, but
you seemed so tired.
You were the flame of the
bonfire. Burning yourself, yet
smiling to the people dancing
happily around. I wish you
glow brighter than the
brightest. But here you were,
dying.
You were the shimmering
leaves shining and dancing in
the summer light. But whose
are those dull and brown eyes,
sad even on seeing the
brightest sun. Oh! It's you, the
other part of you. I wish you
hold on but you're losing your
grip.
You were the right in every
wrong, the only good fish in
the pond. People change, you did too. But remember you're
the love of my life and I still
love you and yet you'll never be
mine and that's cruel.
