behind your eyes
there’s thunderstorms
that hold brokenness and pain
but one day those thunderstorms,
they will rain
and your eyes will pour.

memeories of mistakes and
fear holding me back
from the things
that could make me feel
alive.

Tears streaming down her rosy cheeks
And whispers of love that can only
Be heard in the breath of the wind
That is brought by her past.

She is held together by
tenderness and rain.
And this is her story.

Oh sweet boy,
Dance with me beneath the stars,
Hold me until the sky falls and
Remember me when your yearning to forget what it feels like
To fall in love.

Cold hands from her broken skin,
Warm eyes from her broken heart.
She ignites at the touch in yellows and reds
And rules the world in greens and blues.

She can barley hold herself together
But when she falls apart
It’s a cacophony of colors and emotions
That make her mess beautiful.

I want to sit underneath waterfalls of love and grace
and lay in fields of peace and power
that all points to you.

I want to run into the hidden places of your heart
and know you better.

I want to look past your eyes and see your light
that shines in the darkest of me.

yeah, kinda.

Just when I think I have it all together
it falls apart again.
Just as soon as I gathered my shells from the sea the tide rips them away.
and just that easy
I begin again.
Without pause or break
I pull it back together
just so it can fall apart tomorrow.