I love lightning. I love the way it lights up the sky. For a brief moment it lets you see Everything the moon was hiding from you. Darling, you are lightning. You light up my darkest places. Even if that light is brief, It's a lot better than the dark in me. But we all know what follows lightning. And darling, thunder scares me. I mean it scares the **** out of me. And you scare the **** out of me. I'm not ready. I'm not ready for the thunder. For the light to leave and the noise to invade. I'm not ready for the chaos that will follow you. I'm not ready. I like the quite ways of your light. I love the marks it leaves on my body. The visual representation of where you've been. Of where your light has caressed me. I'm not ready for the noise. I know what thunder does. I know the kind of fear it leaves in me. I know it will make my soul shake. I know when it comes your light will leave. And your marks will stay, But you wont. I know when it comes all I'll have left Is the ringing of your thunder in my ears, My quivering soul, And the marks where your light once was. But soon even those will fade. And then I'll be left with nothing. But my love for lightning, And my fear of thunder.