Walking in thunderstorms.
Throw back the rain.
Insidious icicles run down my spine.
Falling as hailstones.
All hail the king.

The king is a proud man.
A very profound man.
Lyrical, vocal.
Dark haired and deep.
He'll write me a love song.
I'll pen one for he.
I may  never be lyrical, but my words flow for free.
Him and me!
(c) Livvi