#loverainywrites

I'm bittersweet flavored bean still

preparing to be brewed

And yes, she is your cup of coffee

sugar coated sweet and

prepared instant

Before being brewed,

I'm afraid I will not suit your taste

or never will satisfy your thirst

Now, I'm finally ready for drinking..

but here, just left until became cold

If you could've just wait a little longer,

you would have known my warm better..

That's when I realized,

I'm not your cup of coffee.

cactus

covered with prickly thorns,

instead of lovely leaves and petals.

unique features you might

find strange, yet interesting.

reserved growth that you may say

dull and plain, yet mysterious.

independent trait that you assumed

lonely, but only just guarded.

thick detailed, tough character,

it may take time, effort and patience,

still, it will bloom flowers..

if you truly take care of it.

and you will discover its beauty

and its worth it too.

heavy is the head

we always take until to bed

light is the smile

we know just lasts for a while

when you carry it heavy

they tell you, you're deadly

when you carry it lightly

they tell you, you're blindly

I'm unexpected,

Yet come as very dark and gloomy..

I always surprise..

However, i end up ruining every plan.

I know i'm not your favorite weather,

As i remind you of your pain,

sorrow,

and misery.

I sing you a song through my rain drops,

still, you hear me as a melancholic,

sad tone.

As i come, i could wash all your fears, heartaches, and worries.

Still, you choose to avoid me and ran for cover.

I thought my thunder could light up the darkness in you..

But, you either see it too much..

or not really enough?

But i could never blame you, i knew anyone would choose,

to forget the rain..

to stay and be with sunshine.

I am your rain..

and she is your sunshine.

you see that someone who

just came in to your life,

after the last person left,

wasn't the reason of

your old scars.

if you look back far enough,

you see that the people

who badly wanted you,

knocked and waited for

your welcoming

at your closed door,

it wasn't really their fault

that you're damaged,

and terrified.

it wasn't really their fault

that you can't fix yourself.

now, when all of them left,

do you regret you didn't let

someone in?

is the tune of your voice,

rhythm of your heartbeat,

unchained melody of your thoughts,

harmony of your love,

tempos of your silly laugh,

even the pitch when you're annoyed,

the tone of your breath 

in silence,

the symphony everytime 

you call my name,

i can't stop listening to it,

day by day its on repeat,

you're hoping to be composed,

but i'm just your listener,

yet for me, you don't

need another note anymore,

nor change your tune,

even without composition,

you are the most beautiful musical piece

i've ever heard.

you are my favorite song.

where we never get sad,

never grow up,

never forget.

yet you choose to sneak

at Wendy's window

to hear her fairytale stories..

always sorrowful,

always for grown ups,

always about regrets.

you lost your shadow,

so I came to find it..

then I see you're glad

to let Wendy,

fix it for you.

I used to give you

enchanting magic,

yet i never saw

that sweetest smile,

when she gave you

that little nimble.

through my pixie dust

I let you fly with me..

then you told me,

you went and

taught Wendy to fly.

I saved you and

drunk that poison

so you can come and

save Wendy from Captain Hook.

my Peter Pan, you're meant

to think of happy thoughts,

never alone,

and fly with me,

forever we will be young..

but you just let Wendy

make you sad and

feel alone,

for she leave you

so she can finally grow up..

you said you do believe in fairies,

if I say I love you,

would you still believe me?

I'm your fairy,

I am Tinkerbell.