You're like those pleasant autumn nights, while all I'll ever be is like the corroding thunderstorms.
You're like the pleasant touch of breeze against the skin, while
all I am is a shot of galloping monsoon rain slapping against the skin.
You're like that skies above that every soul pursues to, while
I'm like just the earthly ground that every soul steps on.
You're like the brightest hue visible in the dark, while
I'm the darkness itself and swing along with the dark.
You're all good looking, confident and filled with boldness, while
I'm all repulsive, awkward and insecure.
You'll always be the reason for all the romantic metaphors I think of,
But I'll always be the outdated comics you'll never search for.
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