It’s supposed to be a light when dark surrounds,
warm air to breath in a cold winter night.
Brown hazel eyes with little sparks that make any other person in love with.
Heavy voice speaks up a line, reminding…
that something isn’t the way it’s supposed to be
One day I become a girl who always loves to see yellow colored sun
…and amazed for thousands of clouds,
I’d walk and dance upon it… I wish I could.
But on the very next day..
I’d be falling in love with a beautiful little green clover.