The sweet morning dew
And the tranquility it brings
Reminds me so much of you
Almost like an angel without wings.
Just like dew, you can be cold
And like a flash you can be gone
But your true value is more than gold
And more beautiful than the sunlight at dawn.
Your personality is inspiring
Your eyes are everything true
Sometimes it’s tiring
What I have to go through.
Loving you makes me feel like a part of high society
Even with the outcomes being stress and anxiety.
I’m sorry I’m cold. I’m sorry I can’t love you back. It’s incredibly sweet that you wrote about me for an English assignment, but now I’m always feeling bad about talking to you. I wish things would go back to how they were. Before you liked me, when we were just friends.