Fair sunkissed freshly skin. Yet it's raining. Pouring on her. And I'm paralyzed to say. Beautiful. Gorgeous. The words found a way to suffocate the thought of her to me. Unable to gasp the idea of she's amazing. Wetness like candy to my eye. Yet my fluttering heart aching for the softness that doesn't dwell in my hands. Adoring her knowing the sun misses the moon this way. Sunshine I'm envious of. But I cannot look away. Even when she's inches away. My fingertips cry out the same. Stop this fever I think. So lovesick my mother would possibly be ashamed. But she is everything beautiful to me. So I don't ever look away. I smile. I playfully compromise. As she giggles and smiles back. Every night after that she can't help but remember my name. Enthusiasm in her whisper. I know deep down I know. Looking at her like she's this angel in the room. Made me envious of the rain. So outside of my window. Storm after storm. I look out just to see the rain. Knowing fair skin and freckles like diamonds in raindrops became my everything. So night after night I write like a zombie crawling insatiable to bare his soul to a pen. Knowing she's on my mind. Stuck like cinnamon in my head again. To stop this ache slow yet sincere. My emotions spoke louder on pages. Yet she would cry and I would only beauty in those tears. Knowing the rain knew I would fall every time. When my name echoed like heatwaves Piercing me but only belonging to my ears. Lovesick insomniac the label like sweetest music to my ears. This black wild flower of a rose that the soil the rain even the sun couldn't help but kiss. Yet she only bloomed when attention and curiosity became my eye. Cuz every time I see her she's art. Just moving me to tears. Yet I'm envious. To fall only again.