Swayed.
So easily swayed by your words.
Like a leaf against a gush of wind.
I’ll ride your words wherever they take me.

Rooted.
So firmly rooted in your thoughts.
Like the grip of an elder-tree to the ground.
Your thoughts are all that the world is perceived by me.

Flight.
Soaring high in your creativity.
Like a bird out of view up in the wandering blue.
You’ll design my world in all its glory and gore.

Hurt.
So painfully hurt by your silence.
Like no feeling that can be described.
You’ll **** me beautifully with just your silence.