Have you ever watched a storm,
And see it slowly take its pace.
See all the shapes deform,
The ruins of your beautiful place.

You asked me once if I was honest,
My eyes contained it all.
It's only you that matters, not the rest.
I drove towards you as if it was my call.

Losing you felt like being pricked by a thousand thorns,
I bled, I bled, I bled.
Nothing could cease my mourns,
Drowning in woe and dread.

My arms are wide open,
And eyes search lights looking for you in every rack.
longing to reach out to you and give you a pen,
So that you can give me my poetry back.