Amelia_v

You could call me crazy,
You could call me strange,
You could call me quiet,
You could call me loud,
You could call me annoying,
You could call me kind,
You could call me weak,
You could call me strong,

These days my mood keeps changing her mind,
she wants to be sad,
then she wants to be happy,
and ten seconds later she finds something to be mad about.
These days it's hard to sleep
because my mind keeps floating,

He watches the clouds in the afternoon light with his back to the grass
Instead of following his friends he stays and finds pictures in the sky above his head
He does not think anyone else would want to watch the sky with him

I am a girl who never swears,
nice trustworthy
        says sorry too much for my own good.
Very few people know this comes from years of practice and breakdowns.

My heart lives in a small state,
where autumn is the color of fire and the mountains are green.
My heart lives in a yellow house,
with a red screen door and a backyard jungle nurtured by my mom.

I have been thinking lately,
that I am growing old.
The years are passing in the blink of an eye.
I am growing older and nothing much changes,
Just the way I think about you.