Pitter Patter

I’ll be your angel
if you’ll be my amethyst
My comfort and my chaos
Flames this high tend to burn fast
but if the rhythm of the falling rain can’t drown us
maybe you’re my once in a lifetime
Laying next to you
choirs singing mellifluous nothings
music even older than our souls
My wordsmith
My manifestation
My lullaby of Lucifer
Running around the world
echoing each other’s thoughts
drifting like oak in the sea
Reckless and poetic
as vibrant as the colors of the notes you play
tied up to the rasp in your voice
and handcuffed to the way you say my name
Our minds waltz to records in the sand
while the seashells catch any tears we’ve ever cried
Two masochists awoken by each other’s touch
two dreamers growing from the same roots
The sky was caught by a storm
the day I tasted your words on my lips
And now the raindrops may fall forever

-Pitter patter