Would it be a sin, If my heart searches for your pieces to be seen To people whom I'll invest in, My future, heart and soul within. Yes- I'd be lying, But only your soul is what I'm yearning.
I found you again, flower thief. Except this time I am the bud, And the one you clipped is dead. Let me teach you how to live again.
It looks like dancing to the Moon at 3 AM and watching Lightning illuminate the sky, Listening to music that lifts That feeling inside - higher Than the goosebumps on flesh As rain soaks into skin And feeling is the only whim.