I am a worn out traveler, and you are the raging sea,
Boat i'm in is sinking, and I wait for you to drown me.
I am The door locked shut, and you my dear are a key,
Push all the right tumblers and you just might get to peek.
You are a blooming rose, and I'm just passing by;
Pulled in by your fragrance and the way you catch my eye.
You're also its thorns, which puncture through my skin,
If I consider to pluck you from the garden that you're in.
You are the moon, and I'm the tempest of the sea,
When you pull me as I push; we rage so naturally.
I am the page on which I write, and you are my crying pen,
Revealing all that I deny each time I call on you to vent.
I am a bird in flight; while you are the graceful wind,
Lifting me to heights to which I'm sure I've never been.
You're my loving heart, mirror of my lonesome mind,
Denying that you're there while you give so many signs.
I am the utter darkness, and you're a beaming light,
Together we glow perfectly but without shining out too bright.
I am the burning flame, while you're the blowing breeze,
Blow me cross all obstacles in search of what I need.
You are love and peace,
And I'm death and disease,
But if you look really hard;
You will find yourself in me.
Boat i'm in is sinking, and I wait for you to drown me.
I am The door locked shut, and you my dear are a key,
Push all the right tumblers and you just might get to peek.
You are a blooming rose, and I'm just passing by;
Pulled in by your fragrance and the way you catch my eye.
You're also its thorns, which puncture through my skin,
If I consider to pluck you from the garden that you're in.
You are the moon, and I'm the tempest of the sea,
When you pull me as I push; we rage so naturally.
I am the page on which I write, and you are my crying pen,
Revealing all that I deny each time I call on you to vent.
I am a bird in flight; while you are the graceful wind,
Lifting me to heights to which I'm sure I've never been.
You're my loving heart, mirror of my lonesome mind,
Denying that you're there while you give so many signs.
I am the utter darkness, and you're a beaming light,
Together we glow perfectly but without shining out too bright.
I am the burning flame, while you're the blowing breeze,
Blow me cross all obstacles in search of what I need.
You are love and peace,
And I'm death and disease,
But if you look really hard;
You will find yourself in me.