My thoughts become clogged up by 2am, I'm thinking about the night we went exploring
When it was storming outside and warmth in your eyes was reforming, miracle-performing
In front of me, your hair misshapen, breath breathtaking
Only me and you
The rain was free and the roofs were breaking, trees stood shaking
Only me and you
No one could pull me out from under this storm cloud and its paradisal powers
We're laughing in the blackout, roaming midnight playgrounds amidst paradisal showers
That night was ours
That night was ours
In front of me, your hair misshapen, breath breathtaking
Only me and you
The rain was free and the roofs were breaking, trees stood shaking
Only me and you
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Songs I Write | VIII
PoetryHello! - Please don't steal. - If you do use any or anything, just give credit, thanks. - 20 years old, England.
