It's raining on my face
Humid roots
Growing through my cheekbones
Cyclones of joy and sorrow
Of desire and confusion
Streams of love
And puddles of defeat.
A tender clash
Reuninting sensations
That weren't supposed to meet
A crash for your decisions
And all my fears
But a strike like this
Has never feel better.
I swear my intention's not to deceive
Nor to turn your heart upside down.
A wreck of emotions
Surrounding me,
Surrounding us.
But your eyes are the sunshine
To this raging storm
That comes within me
And I can't help but strive
For the love I know gone
But hope for its return.
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 1:04 AM UTC
It's raining on my face
Humid roots
Growing through my cheekbones
Cyclones of joy and sorrow
Of desire and confusion
Streams of love
And puddles of defeat.
A tender clash
Reuninting sensations
That weren't supposed to meet
A crash for your decisions
And all my fears
But a strike like this
Has never feel better.
I swear my intention's not to deceive
Nor to turn your heart upside down.
A wreck of emotions
Surrounding me,
Surrounding us.
But your eyes are the sunshine
To this raging storm
That comes within me
And I can't help but strive
For the love I know gone
But hope for its return.
