When did love become so violent? When did people start to hold hands in fists? When did amorous letters turn into 140 character snips?
Reactions were real; we stumbled through hoops together head over heels And now we stumble through scrolls with eyes- Irises as white as the background that bleeds into bloodshot sclera- There is no vitreous humor here...we're melting.
When did Cupid start carrying a gun? When did value turn face towards deprecation? When did the olive branch come from a broken tree? When did words become weapons of divinity?
The storm we hold is long and wide- And the power of letting it go extends the hand of life; Vulnerable, we most definitely are as the thunder rolls And the lightning strikes - no place to hide...
When did you swing towards my lip to make it rain even more- When that same lip could have been a cloud on your forehead To clear the sky?