Summer nights,
Pillow talk,
You and I.
Thunderstorms,
Nightmares,
Clutching the sheets.
Soothing words,
Aching fingers,
You and I.
Whispered love songs,
Tangled sheets,
Hushed and rushed goodbyes.
I know you hate the way my moods are,
On and off,
Like a lightbulb in a storm.
I know you hate the way I act,
Rambunctious,
While you are thinking every move through,
Four steps ahead.
I wish I could hate you,
But I'm too far gone.
