Storm

How many flowers can you stop to smell 

In the middle of an ongoing war

Looking at one another from grace we fell 

This love once enchanted turned into an unpleasant chore 

When the clouds mute the colors of the birch tree 

And the rose bush is no longer red

When the mud creates a path impossible of ease 

Soaked in each other’s blood the evidence stained on our bed

The girl nurtured by sun beams 

Loved a boy whose made of rain 

Could only exist together in daydreams 

In the realm of reality their love strangled by gnawing pain 

Could you love me enough to keep me safe from your storm 

So that I can shine warmth onto us in my true form 

I dont care about the answer as much as you may think 

There is another question I have for you but the answer is one that may sink

Can you love yourself enough to quiet your thunder 

The same way you smother your lightning 

I will spend the rest of my life pondering this wonder 

Ultimately never knowing if you believe your skies are worth brightening