I.
The clouds continue to mimick your eyes - Dark, entrancing, poetic even.
Raindrops knocked on my windowpane,
I kept hearing your name.
II.
The weather talks about you,
Just like how i used to write about you
Loud, like thunder
So loud, that I kept you into the pages of an old journal
Hidden between my metaphors
Never to be seen
But can only be seen by eyes that could decipher, can you disappear?
III.
I have a habit of hiding from rainstorms,
a habit of running from things i prayed for,
And now I'm running from you
instead of running into you
IV.
All my wants, my wants
I only wrote about in secret
my desires I only whispered in secret
But i made the mistake of sealing them with your lips - locking them into your sunset gaze and i have imprisoned them into the whirlwind of your bewitching mind.
V.
Now you taste like all of my secrets,
That you became the very
The very essence of my secret.
