What are we?
You are the start and soon the end.
You are a devastating Monday waiting for the dreadful time to go by.
You are the joy of Sunday after a long week.
You are the streams of gold coming out of a warm shower like Rapunzel’s hair.
You are the light in the darkness.
You are the bitterness in a broken girls heart.
You are the eternal beauty in the Beast.
You are London majestic and mighty, the loudness in the silence.
You are a tiger searching for its prey.
You are the end.