I'm used to being overcast, Kind of like a dreary Not-quite-rainy day.
But something about you, Awakens a sunshine in me, And I light up like I'm on the verge of a supernova.
And you kiss me And you hold me And like stardust, My thoughts are scattered, My mind is scattered Across galaxies, In hues of blushing pink, Bruising purple, And bright daffodil yellow.
I want you to light me up, Like the moon turning bright red During a lunar eclipse. Offer me your hand, And I'll gladly accept.
And I'm missing you, And that fire that makes my heart Shine so bright. And I miss your heart, Because in return, my fire burns for you.
I'm used to being overcast, Kind like a dreary Not-so-rainy day.