The wind stood still
But it was drizzling
The sun shone mercilessly
But there was light

Lost sight of everything
But I have memories
It was dead silent
But somehow I can still hear the birds sing

Caught in a storm
But I was under a shelter with you
All drenched and nowhere to go
But we are still laughing and trying to pull through

Trees were crashing in my path
But you held my hand through it all
Fingers no longer intertwined
But I know I'm still lucky



*Because the only person who really knows me
Will always be...

You

There is something about him
Yet I don't know what it is
It makes me feel fuzzy
Like butterflies in me

There is something about him
That makes me gravitate towards his presence
It makes me want to stay close
In silence or in everything

There is something about him
That calms my being
My demons quiet down
Just so that I could hear him

There is something about him
Because every time he holds my hand
I feel safe
Like I'm at home, cuddled in my warm bed

There is something about him**...
...and I still don't know what it is.

She sits there
On a maroon throne
With rubies and roses
Thorns in between gold embossments

Flaming red hair
Bright like the sun
Murderous bloodshot hues
With fiery intent and raging nerves

Burgundy lips shaped seductively
Flushed cheeks with a tint of coy
Decked in a suit
That made her look like she was ignited
Like she had been set ablaze

*And she sits there...
On her maroon throne
With her bleeding heart
On her scepter

With only blazing emotions
Running through her veins...

It would be your fingers
Gently trailing my back
That drives me crazy
With every touch

It would be your lips
Slowly travelling across my skin
That sends those breaths escaping
With every kiss

It would be your words
Breathing into my ears
That gives me satisfaction
With every whisper

It would be your love
Penetrating from your body to mine
That increases my heartbeat
With all that we have going on inside