So I wrote this a few years ago, for a girl I used to know. We broke up, but that's ok. I'm sure she won't mind if I post it here. Its a little cheesy, and its not the best. But it will have to suffice for today, while I work on something better.

You are the tears of the sun.

A criminal on the run.

You are the shade of the moon

stuck in gloom.

You are a flower

about to bloom.

You are the morning dew.

You are the cellophane,

that contains all that is profane.

You are the lines I trace.

You are everything that I hate.

You have no hope,

but you have fate.

What a stupid little game.

You are the light,

shining bright.

You are rust,

with a corroding touch.

Swept under the rug

like particles of dust.

Everything is a must.

You are the gold

that I want to hold.

You are copper.

So very in-proper.

You are a bottle

without a stopper.

Take care not to spill a drop or...

You are the darkness.

You are heartless.

You are torn,

so very wore.

You are the beach,

you are the shore,

of this I’m very sure.

You are life,

sliced by a knife.

You are death,

without frets.

Like a memory,

that I forget.

We could make a perfect set.

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