My Life Revolves Around You

Some days, my skin feels your touch even before I awaken. Your warm breath dances upon my skin as we play hide-and-seek – you seeking as I continue to shy away from your glare and bury myself deeper under the covers. It may seem to you like I don't quite enjoy your company. But I do. I love it! Because you open up the skies and chase away the rain clouds no matter how dark the night before. Just like you did yesterday.


But on other days, you're brutal. Cold and unforgiving. Unkind and loveless. Those mornings are the worse for me. Mornings like the one I woke up to today. The bed was cold. And no matter how many layers I had on me or how many times, try as I may, to wrap myself over and over again with the covers, your cold, cold fingers they continue to prod and push at me. Harsh reminders of how uncaring you can be toward me and my plans.


I wish you could be less fickle about the way you are. I wish you could be bright, happy and sunshiny always. Warm and loving. Kind and temperate. In fact, I wish you could be the you you were before today. Cos you were wonderful then. Funny but I've even begun to wish that today, you are the you you were yesterday. Because although you weren't at your best behaviour then, you were still nicer to me than you are today.

My life revolves around you,
dear fickle-minded weather.

And when you're dark and cold,
drizzly and mean, life's no fun.

Guess I'll just sit around now and wait
for Thursday's you to come around.