You are a rainbow, very near yet far
You are a ceasefire, held between peace and war
You are the sunshine whom I can just feel
And a fickle moonlight whom I can rarely deal.
You are a mountain, uphill task to ascent
You are a beautiful enigma difficult to detonate
You are a cloud who metamorphose its shape
You are an evening star just showing up depsite your death.
You are also me as I look or not in the mirror
You are just a beautiful character veiled in shutter
You are just as me as I have said to you before
And what I know of myslef is I am neither an angel nor a whore for sure.