When it comes to me, I don’t think I deserve pretty metaphors but this one’s not about me.
You are many different people
You are a mystery, an ever-changing traffic light
You sound like every song I’ve ever liked
You are all the places I’ve ever seen
You are a stranger
You are the wind
You are everywhere
You are like the sunset
I don’t know why, but you are.
This is from another one of those writing prompts I was sent last year that I’ve edited to just keep the “best” bits so I hope you like! Here’s a song that I hate myself for including but it had to be done