Jasmine, rose, and celandine
I met you aware of these
I saw my mom crying on the porch
And I saw your eyes, and thought I could lie
Rain on my sweater.
Eyes like the weather
Then I looked down and saw the dew on the ground
All you see is what you know I could be
But what is it to lose hope at 17
I can't breathe on winter days, the summer heat dilutes the pain
Of seeing the lights diminished by mine