Brea

You were like the wave, crashing into me.

You were my balance. 

The raft that kept me afloat.

A source of happiness and a piece of peace. 

We'd sail on our own a lot of the time.

Opened our minds to the universe, 

and discussed why the sun kissed the ocean everday. 

You were the many things and more.

You were the sweetish licarish at a candy store.

But,

I wish you knew of the things that made you.

You started sinking,

and let the storm coast you away.

Sometimes your skies are grey.

Sometimes you're made of thorns,

others, you're the field of flowers.

You had a vibe that everyone liked.

You were my favorite part of the day.

You were the best part.