Mom says "have you written anything about it?". I didn't. Sometimes I don't. Seems easier to do so when it rains. And sometimes it doesn't rains in those specific days we thought it would.
Actually, it's so much easier to write all down when (...)
Her eyes the look in her eyes like when the stars meet the night sky She never learned how to pretend if she was looking into mine
Her way her shyness and how she'd portray with her hands dancing to the wind and that pinkish shade (...)
The skies have darkened for me a long time ago. In a place where the city lights not only seem distant but also seem impossible to reach. Yet, the stars won't shine.
I'm just surrounded by the highest trees in the middle of these woods. (...)