Let's make a deal;
If we're providing support
And get second-hand emotions
We'll reassure the other
That we're a cloud.

We might be
soft and delicate,
But there's nothing wrong
with a little rain.

Eventually,
we'll collect our droplets
and float back
to the sun.

l.v.s

To the black depths will we go
Down and ever further
To find the light we lost
So long ago above
Light lost but never love

I could write a whole list of loves
But why would I
If you won't read it?

l.v.s

Dancing through the fog
The red specks
Hunt desperately
For anything
To set ablaze.

Will these fragile embers
Produce warmth
And comforting light?
Or will their search
Be in vain?

They'll either feed their hunger
Or slowly burn out
And take all hope
Of these unfortunate souls
Making it through the night.

l.v.s

To you, it might sound bland
In all honesty, it's rather grand!
Come see dead seabirds in the sand
Plane tickets are in high demand
For the "beautiful" country of New Zealand.

l.v.s