If you were a rainstorm I’d stand in you,
And listen closely to your rhythmic sounds.
I’d let my heart soak gently in the dew,
As I gather your footsteps off the ground.
Become my collection, become my prize,
Each drop of your soul makes me want to cry.
Your mist a gentle kiss between my eyes,
How you strum and straddle the velvet sky!
I travel swift, like wind in a rush,
I slide and slip, to catch your guise.
But never see my quaking hush,
Lest I’ll lose fast my precious prize
My yearning leaves sprout swiftly from their tree,
Like open arms reaching for just a taste.
Will you nourish my everlasting plea?
Dear, don’t let my buds go to waste.
No need to fear, I’m here to trust,
To figure out what makes you brew,
You paradox, you gentle gust
Electric you, we’ll start anew
My yearning leaves sprout swiftly from their tree,
Like open arms reaching for just a taste.
Will you nourish my everlasting plea?
Dear, don’t let my buds go to waste.
you pour on me your hatred and disgust
you presume my strive for you is out of lust
you weather is poor, the wind unjust,
take this rose, nurture it, darling you must!
Your pour on me your tender trust,
That I’ll be around even through your gusts
And in the night when you’ve gone mute,
I’ll extract your warmth from the earth to my roots.
And even if the world goes dry
We’ll drizzle together up in the sky.
fin.
They say with rain comes fresh new starts
A time to wash away a frowning face
But now I know it’s best to stay apart
My world dried up, I’ll crumble in this place
Oh Belle, I can’t withstand anymore your art,
With your defiance you’ve broken this little plant’s heart.
fin.