I watch the thunder in your eyes,
Like darkness rolling deep and low.
I tell myself these are just lies,
But still I cannot help but go.
The lightning splits our fragile peace,
Illuminating all my fears,
Yet still I beg the storm to cease
While drawing closer as it nears.
They say that I should run away,
Seek shelter from your raging storm,
But in your chaos I must stay,
For in your cold I still feel warm.
Your love strikes like a hurricane,
That leaves me gasping, torn apart.
I know this pleasure mixed with pain
Will someday break my foolish heart.
Between the crashes of your mood,
There comes a gentle, summer rain,
And though I know it won't conclude
Well, still I weather your disdain.
Each morning brings another chance
To leave before the tempest starts,
Yet here I stay, locked in this dance,
As thunder echoes through our hearts.
Your anger crashes like the waves,
That pound against my crumbling shore.
I've built my home among your rage,
And somehow still, I ask for more.
Perhaps I've learned to love the wind
That tears my world apart each night,
For though this love has surely sinned,
Without your storms, nothing feels right.
Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 3:09 PM UTC
I watch the thunder in your eyes,
Like darkness rolling deep and low.
I tell myself these are just lies,
But still I cannot help but go.
The lightning splits our fragile peace,
Illuminating all my fears,
Yet still I beg the storm to cease
While drawing closer as it nears.
They say that I should run away,
Seek shelter from your raging storm,
But in your chaos I must stay,
For in your cold I still feel warm.
Your love strikes like a hurricane,
That leaves me gasping, torn apart.
I know this pleasure mixed with pain
Will someday break my foolish heart.
Between the crashes of your mood,
There comes a gentle, summer rain,
And though I know it won't conclude
Well, still I weather your disdain.
Each morning brings another chance
To leave before the tempest starts,
Yet here I stay, locked in this dance,
As thunder echoes through our hearts.
Your anger crashes like the waves,
That pound against my crumbling shore.
I've built my home among your rage,
And somehow still, I ask for more.
Perhaps I've learned to love the wind
That tears my world apart each night,
For though this love has surely sinned,
Without your storms, nothing feels right.