you’re a box of yummy chocolates
i’m a pack of integral biscuits
you’re the fresh winter moonlight
i’m the rain-filled clouds
your hair is angel wing’s feathers
mine is like that of a brush
you go to parties and celebrate
i stay at home doing my homework
you’re as gentle as a warm breeze
i’m a terrible car crash
your voice is a forgotten lullaby
mine sounds like the alarm clock buzzing,
pulling me into another empty day
without you.
(2001)
