You're one sunny girl,

And I'm all but a woman in blue.

You said opposites do attract,

And yes they were true.

Maybe you fill what I don't have,

Maybe I have what you seek.

We're like bow and arrow, 

That fits perfectly.

But time withered your sunny rays,

And my blue became dull grey.

But we're still aiming targets,

So we thought we are still doing okay.

I was the arrow and you were the bow,

Guiding me to where I belong.

It leads me to your heart, that we knew,

But this time, the aim was loose.

They call us Champions of a contest that was in their heads,

But we were tired and only wanted to rest.

The Champion that was us was losing grip of each other,

Everytime the bow releases the arrow.

You deny that we're hitting the end,

You keep on guiding me to the target.

But I was weary of having to repeat it again, 

But those are only words stuck in my head. 

I knew there was only little time,

When this shrewd arrow would break.

And only little time,

For you to be awake.

What would my sunny girl do,

When my dull grey became black?

I want her to run away,

And maybe gey her golden rays back.

And with the final match arriving,

You're getting ready to guide me again.

You're holding too tight, I say,

Maybe you knew this could be our last day.

The arrow broke into two, right before it hits the target.

And I never knew it would rain that hard, 

With tears and a cold hand,

You finally let me go,

And I could never be more thankful than that.

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I'll be updating the third part of the Weather, Traffic, Lipstick maybe this week or on the first week of November. 

For now  I'll leave this crappy poem here. I had posted this already on twitter but hey, I can do what I want right? 

Jusy going to ask you if you have noticed something in the stories I made here. There's a concept these stories share and I would be very glad if you noticed it. :) 

Anyways, take care people!