Let me love you in ways I don't know how to.
Let me hover in your stormcloud.
Let me control it.
Allow me to send it away.
Let me wash away those feelings
That make muddy your dreams.
Allow me to wreak sweet havoc in your troubled mind.
Let me give to you what you've been longing for.
These are the promises that it speaks to me.
Promises that I know it cannot keep.
So why do I swoon
Every time a new one is made?
Because although it speaks sweet nothings,
It speaks at least something to my heart.
It's the child of my heart.
It gives me what I'm longing for.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment