The monsoon aura gives birth to little butterflies in the pit of my belly
Perhaps because I begin to reminisce the first time it occurred to me
That love wasn’t just cherry blossom and honey
The raindrops trickle down my window
As I glance out into the vast nothingness of this world,
For it means so much to me - and nothing, at the same time.
The teardrops on my cheek reflect the movement of the rain
As I wonder - why am I so insane?
For the nights I spent wondering, and the days I spent dreaming. Hoping, that a paranormal force could curb the normal distance between us.
Distance, though it was overruled by the physical,
It bothered me how we grew apart
By the differences of our hearts.