Bee.Lover

The girl with the Polaroid in her phone case

is the one I want to kiss.

The girl with the Polaroid in her phone case

doesn't even know I exist. 

The girl with the headphones that mess up her bangs

I've seen how this goes before,

Over and over—

I paint your unclouded skies with gray,

I'm the rain in your more-than-perfect day. 

Who was the idea you had of me?

Her mascara wasn't running down

Hello Winter,

I see you through the light

peaking through my curtains.

Your white blankets every living thing. 

But Winter,

When will you comfort me,

Wrap me up like a present,

I've never been the lucky type

That's just never been my plight

But now I'm standing in the light

I found a person good for me

A sweet girl, kind and neat

But yet she knows how to bring the heat

Every day, I sit and stare

at you talking about what others consider nonsense. 

I'd call you a wordsmith,

Staged-like words flowing off the tip of your tongue. 

I hunch in the corner of the group,

I came to sit by you everyday,

Listening to your laugh,

Imagining what it'd be like if we were friends,

Knowing you don't feel the same.