The clouds over my head is the confusion in my mind.
The green grass under my feet..
Are the great times that we have and the smile you put on my face everytime we meet.
The brown bench that I sit on is where I think about the times you made me laugh, frown, and sometimes make me feel like a clutch.
The dirt under my toes doesn’t describe much but it does shows the way we touch.
The clouds over my head began to leak.
I picture each drop that falls are words I wish to speak.
I try to catch each word I could and put them in a huge puddle.
So I can speak them while we cuddle.
But then I began to laugh at that thought, like it will ever happen.
Back on that I began to think, you’re different from other “MEN”.
The clouds over my head is the confusion in my mind..
..but I don’t know why, all I want is for you to be MINE!
- Valencia Monroe.
The person who’s confused really are people who think really hard and analyse every thing ….
You seem to be exactly like me as the article reads donno really!!
Keep writing your heart….
Lol. Thanks. Kevin.
I most defineitly will.