I used to spit words and rhyme
But since we met my tongue has been stuck
As if my storms turned into summer rain
And my shadows into a little bit of sunshine
Yet my mind's still full of grey clouds
Scared of the person I am becoming
Scared of letting go who I became
But my sorrow still hits me sometimes
Still, it takes one touch from your flesh
To switch my caterpillar into a butterfly
And the gloom into thousands of stars.
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PoetryI sometimes feel too much and other times feel nothing at all. I'm either full of volcanoes or numbness, there's nothing in between.
