Sometimes I reflect on my own thoughts,

Thinking “Why even think that?”

Cause at the end of the day I am usually the one in the wrong

Which I don’t mind being wrong.

I often ponder about the mysteries of the universe,

Why were humans created if all of this sorrow and pain is also in the world?

If I could paint the sky in the hues of colors I feel when I look at you,

The sky would no longer be just one color.

If I could write in words how much I love you,