The skies are bright and the birds are singing, suddenly providing me with that everything-is-alright warm feeling. As a victim of your love, I have been warned of suffering but out of the blue I realize that though my stakes are high, spring is nigh. For my heart is slowly transforming from temperate to snow cold.
The skies are dark and the birds worryingly circling above, suddenly providing me with that shit-it’s-gonna-rain feeling. As a victim of your love, I have been warned of stormy days but unexpectedly, it’s you who’s in danger. For my heart knows no weather but reign; stronger than a hailstorm.
The skies are crystal clear and the birds are nowhere in sight, suddenly providing me with that balance-is-life feeling. As a victim of your love, I have been warned of loneliness but am afraid you’re the loner with empty skies; stainless and needless of anything or anyone. I am leaning over looking into the sea’s reflection of your sky. If you ever do the same, tell me what you see.