Monday, March 3, 2014

Storm

I adore the way you
Carve my name into your tongue
With that curious voice
You always tie me down


And your hymn sends my mind
All the way across the sky
I could fight it, but I find
That it gives me a high


It’s an irresistible thrill
A puddle of mud
It’s impossible to keep still
When we could cause a flood

It amazes me how
There’s a storm in my head
You blew the soft breeze away
And put some chaos there instead

And I can float, I can sail
Turn into a hurricane
All my thoughts turn to hail
It’s delightfully insane

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