Maybe it's the weather

I hate that I spend so much time pining

scribbling in ironic notebooks

running through scenarios in my head.

Maybe it’s the weather

The gusts of warm breeze

The sun beating on my shoulders

Maybe it’s because I miss you

The juvenile smile across your lips

The self protecting way you say my name

Whatever the reason

Whatever the cause

I hope you come back to me.

Our children are waiting for us to make them

Little will they know the empass we are at now

all you have to do is come back to me.

All of this pleading is not my style.

the weepy eyed damsel in distress

beggin the prince to take her offering

Like I said before maybe it's the weather

causing me to not recognize myself

making it impossible for me to hold back with you

whatever the reason for it

whatever the cause of my persuasion

it doesn't matter much anyway

I just want you here with me.

Author's Note

Ignore grammar problems.