It’s been raining since the day I was born
Quite the storm
Life is…
It’s a special kind of rain
Sometimes the wind blows the pain away
And sometimes the sun shines through
But it always goes away
I wish it would stay

Your love would be like a diamond rain
Beautiful and unique in how it was made
But the fact remains that this life is a storm
And sooner or later
The tide is bound to turn into a tsunami
Washing away everything I’ve known
And all that I hold
Like I want to hold you
But the fact remains
That this is a storm
And if it keeps on much longer
The rain is gonna turn to hail
Pounding away
Like the very hammer of the gods
Flat hearts lead to flatlines
And right now I’m flatter than the plains
Meeting you was but the whispers of a tornado starting to form
Whipping up the pages of the book
And tearing them out like a shark on a fishing line hook from the ever rising ocean
But I guess that’s how art dances
Like plastic bags of different societies

Meeting you was like the first burst of light after the dawning of the darkness
Strobelighting in from behind the clouds
At the most opportune times
Like the smile of a guardian angel
That causes a calming of the winds
We are two twins of the same fire
We set out long ago
On a crash course in destiny
like Milkomedia
A fuse was made when we exchanged names
Causing minds to meld
The only time I felt swell
Was when we were talking
And now we don’t.