Who You Are

Who You Are

You are the book I cannot put down,

And story I cannot finish.

You are the photograph everyone compliments,

But the picture that took forever to find.

Maybe you are the star that twinkles,

Or the night that scares me.

You are the smell of grandma’s homemade pie,

And the string beans mother makes me eat.

You are the flag everyone shows respect to,

But the war I cannot stand.

Maybe you are the report card everyone wants to have,

Or the grade everyone wants to hide.

You are the hero who saves the princess,

And the monster that scares the little kids.

You are the colorful sunset in the skyline,

But the hazy clouds before rain.

Maybe you are the cheerful holiday season,

Or the sadness death brings.

You are the top song of the year,

And the tune I cannot get out of my head.

You are the world to me,

But I cannot have you anymore.