Kites are fun when they don't fly.

Flowers and candles burn

As water fills my room

Lightning strikes

As I think about your naked body

And the way we could intertwine

I make tea and sit in a corner

Staring at my face

Memorizing  every feature

Tracing the lines with permanent marker

And crying until my tears are dry

 

When will we come alive

Its winter

And I have become October

Leaves surround my heart

Protecting every beat

 

I envision us together

Mocking the world

Collecting lawn gnomes

And dancing in the rain.

I get lost with the sound of your voice

Incense burn

And lightning strikes

 

Darkness surrounds the morning

And fog my heart.

Who will save me

And when will morning come

I envision us together

Entangled in the sheets

Everything smells so sweet

As I sip my tea

In my corner tracing the outline of your face

And painting with the color of your eyes

Using your body as canvas

And my heart as insperation.