Lost my way in the storm of your body, kissing your lips kept track of my steps I noticed every line and curve of this mountain made a map to help myself.
I looked around to find these eyes full of love, and I did find them, befogged, I found the very eyes that made me fall in love looking at another person’s route.
I wasn’t the only one climbing your peaks but that’s what you made me believe.
What a thunderous event, isn’t it?
“it isn’t what it seems to be”
you say? sure. I have heard better lies by the very thieves who came that night who robbed me of my conscious mind, blindfolded my eyes with believes pushed me in a storm and made me leave my childish thoughts about you, about what I thought was love.
I made a map of your body just to find my way out of the forest where trees grew l i e s.