I sometimes see the rainbow
reflected in the storm of your eyes.
Your tenderness confines me
in the power dance of lies.
You speak to me so sweetly
as you beg for me to five.
The harsh warmth of your arms
suffocates to let me live.
I sometimes see the rainbow
reflected in the storm of your eyes.
Your tenderness confines me
in the power dance of lies.
You speak to me so sweetly
as you beg for me to five.
The harsh warmth of your arms
suffocates to let me live.
chimerawrites 