Storm Chaser

You are my weakness 

You are the type to make my problems of rain

Become forgiven mist 

The type to make me fly away 

With just a winded kiss 

The type that gives the chance of perception 

Becoming the one I miss 

As I stare at the words you spit out

The 3 words that you drip 

I'd risk my life 

To take a storm chasing trip 

Just so I can become waterproof again 

With just the feel of your lips


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