He rained on me, like droplets from heaven
Dark as a tunnel, bright like a grin
He shined on me, making my cheeks burn
Thinks he is a cold night but he's the sun
His words spark up electricity
He's the kind of friend I really need
I hope one day he sees
How much he really means
He is like a perfect kaleidoscopic storm
May seem cold but makes my heart warm
If he breaks, I'd pick up the shards
Tape them together, fix his broken heart
And this sounds crazy but if he asks me
I would stay by him for an eternity
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PoetryPoetry to me are not sad emotions or happy emotions. They are pictures if moments we have captured in our mind. They are pictures with words.
