Everything but the girl

Dark clouds streamed across the pale blue sky
Covering the warmth of the sun
Desperately lingering for the breath
Cowering under the sheets, i gave a whimpering sigh

Pessimists say rain means it is going to be a sad deary day
While optimists feel it is a gift to be nurtured
Seriously everything today is metaphorical
Maybe it's a sign no one really has matured

Verily, hence and therefore
I still sit upon my bed
Thinking beyond the past week of dreams
When my life was simply dead

Now it has begun, the drama of my life
Kickstarted by a fool's wish
I have almost everything but the girl
Sometimes I feel like I need a "bish"

Sometimes you have to be truthful in the things you write
Sometimes in the things you share
Right now, I want a simple closure
Other things, I simply do not care.