When I think back of our time,
I think about our fights.
The only time I could see a glimpse of the real you,
real, pure and passionate.
Honest and sincere, you were my light.
It made me feel weird, yet I needed it sometimes.
Just to feel alright, to feel your fire raging.
Through me.
Though that passion hit me hard, it made me feel alive.
The energy from your thunder,
made my body go insane, heartbeat racing
and adrenalin pumping through my veins.
You in our fights were like a thunder in a stormy night.
And without your thunder, the night doesn't comfort me.
Not anymore.
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 11:49 AM UTC
When I think back of our time,
I think about our fights.
The only time I could see a glimpse of the real you,
real, pure and passionate.
Honest and sincere, you were my light.
It made me feel weird, yet I needed it sometimes.
Just to feel alright, to feel your fire raging.
Through me.
Though that passion hit me hard, it made me feel alive.
The energy from your thunder,
made my body go insane, heartbeat racing
and adrenalin pumping through my veins.
You in our fights were like a thunder in a stormy night.
And without your thunder, the night doesn't comfort me.
Not anymore.
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