From your lips fell a sugar so sweet,
It left me spoiled and rotten and unable to keep,
From your eyes a gaze so warm just like the sunrise,
You were the very art of my demise

If I could send you a song
I'd send you the rain
Because hunny I'm pouring my heart out
The thunder rolling gently in the distance is me whispering your name
And the gentle shower like kisses on your face

My passion is a storm
Cause I'm sending you
The brazen caress of strong winds and strong hands
The crack of hot white lightning up your spine
As I touch you where you like
Every drop sliding down your skin my kiss
The thunder booms out my desire
As the howling wind tussling your hair gives away our pleasure
Do you feel me there?

So tired of losing, so tired of bruising more quickly than a fallen Apple,
So tired of grasping onto your words the way saddened people do in a chapel,
How is it that you cut something off that is causing you pain inside,
When I can't speak and instead am doomed to emotions that I must hide,
I'm lost not found amongst your embrace, it is a deep abyss by which I am chained,
There is no bottom and I'm falling faster, there is no hope to be gained,
You were broken and then mended just like a mosaic, a compilation of every emotion,
But your edges are rough and have yet to be smoothed like the pieces of glass that become reborn in the ocean,
You've punctured my heart and now here I lay on the floor solely gasping for breath,
You didn't just take my breath away, you took everything that I had left.