It is magical
when the nature creates the world
So perfectly imperfect
That I, a misfit, can fit right in

if water was mood
anxiety's a quake that
brings forth tsunami

My ears are tired

if a song's honest
words would be stripped to the tones
just pain and desire

gasping through my ear
warm bare hands slither beneath
sneaking through tight skin
i steer waves you shut those eyes
leave the realm where lust is sin