Sun to rain
In the beginning you were here next to me in the sun, on a warm summer day,
not to hot not to cool,it had just drizzled causing a rainbow to occur. It was perfect. You are perfect. But as the days grew longer, and the nights shorter, and the clouds grew darker, The cloud that was hung above me started to pour rain and little lighting struck my brain making me full of envy and jealousy and my trust began to Shrink, smaller, and smaller, as I think. Think of the good, think off the bad, and I’m just so weak.
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