A Mess.

Die off like a flower on a winters day
Cold like ice pops in the summer rays
Melt like ice in warm tea
Beats like knocks on a door
But time flys like birds in the sky
Words fly like a person on mute
Seeking for right but turns left
In a race with you in the winning car
Eyes full of rain drops because my mind is a thunderstorm

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