Siyona.S.stay

Dear a certain Liar,

Yep, you read that right.  Liar. 

I'll remember the dew drops.

The ones on the grass after

a particularly humid night.

I'll remember the golden sunlight

seeping into our kitchen window

in the morning.

It would catch the side of our faces,

Once, there was a little girl.

She was around 7 years old at the time,

and lived with her mother and father

in a little red house, in a little green forest.

They made chicken soup on their little stove 

I used to have it all figured out.

Schedules were organized chaos.

The beloved clock in the corner of my room,

was my gauge.

Told me when I was late, on time.

I was used to this system,

She loves everyone,

so everyone loves her.

Even when she's crumpling inside,

She'll always show the side of her

that's always willing to be positive.

When you want to throw your world away,

The stillness,

before the clouds collide and

the thunder and lightening starts.

The moment where the city 

seems to stop all its bustling

just before a storm.

The couple of seconds that