My Mischief

Pitter patter, the sounds of rainfall,

Its melody harmonizing with Wind's call.

Silent is the night as their song resound,

As I stare at the puddles on the ground.

Recalling words from you,

I feel like morning dew.

My existence is short,

But within this moments,

I was able to have met you,

And for that I am glad.

You make me feel different,

Like I'm the only one that turns

your world upside down.

Up to my mischief, I like to see you frown,

As that signifies my success of messing around

with you in games of quizzes.

You say I'm unique, but I see no definition of it,

Yet, you insist I'm special, so I continue to wonder,

If you really think that way of me, and so I ponder.

Around you, my world stops and reverses entirely,

My thoughts are mixed and you are the culprit.

Changing my way of thinking, you're completely oblivious,

To the fact that I dislike people's stares and glances.

But I guess that's what makes you weird and lovable.

Though these two words do not mix well together,

But that's what I think of you, weird, in a good way,

Lovable, cause your presence just makes that much difference.

With every drop that falls from the skies,

Signifies how much I'm thinking of you.

Hoping you're doing the same...