My lover is a storm,
She can't be contained.
Her spirit is too wild.
Life for her is an adventure.
She is a stubborn girl.
Her soul is bright and dark.
She is a broken light that still shines.
She is the nicest and meanest;
She is beautiful.
I love her storm.
I breathe the rain she brings,
I live the destruction she leaves behind.
Her curly hair is my blanket from her cold.
Her brown eyes are the earth I need to lay on.
Her cold hands bring warmth to my heart.
Her lips give me words and kisses.
Her hands give me love and care.
Her eyes cradle my heart.
She is a wild spirit;
She is a storm.
But I still anticipate the destruction she leaves behind.
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A/N: This is basically what I imagine a guy who loves me would say ;)
(if he even exists) :')
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Cold Hands, Cold Heart
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