Depressed (28/1000)

The last raindrops of the evening
Drip on me
With the energy of my ambitions
For the day
He doesn't know
How much energy he stirs in me
How many lives
He has already altered
I was a hurricane in a bottle
For so many years
And I'm sick of stirring alone
I want to stir things up
All around me
I want you to feel me everyday
And if you don't feel it too
I need to run away now
Because it aches to be apart
But it aches more to live without your touch
I'm a top that you set spinning
And now I'm wobbling
With no intention of falling over