“
You were a summer thunderstorm on my draught of golden sunshine days
Your rain and light show made me dance in ways I never had before- and oh how glorious it was
But it wasn’t until you left and I looked up, the fire was burning at my wildflowers, that I understood that you were not the right storm for me
Your rain did not quench my thirst, but oh, how I danced
Swaying and leaping in new ways I never thought possible
Drenched, and with my eyes and arms turns toward- turned toward the sky
I begged for more of the light show and beat- and, and bone- haking beat that were distracting me from the fire scorching my already parched wildflowers
It wasn’t until you left, with me chasing after you, that I finally looked around and felt the depth of your destruction
And there I sat, soaked to the bone, in a smoldering field of wildflowers, trying to water the earth and bring them back to life with my tears that were locked somewhere deep within me
As my wildflowers started to wilt, I looked around again and I realized that I was utterly alone
So I took my flowers in my arms
But as I- but as I touched them, they crumpled and turned brown, disappearing the more I tried to hold onto them
Desperation, I finally plucked them, roots and all from the earth
I could no longer hold them.”
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谢谢你出现过