I knew what it was, It would have been better if I wouldn't have moulded it into your version. Trusting your version of it, devastated me! 'It' was love!
Tornado thoughts, Vicious plots, Alarming present, With a moon crescent, Snatched guts to utter real, Comforted and pleased, they cruels, Thinking of stepping up, It's because I'm staying up.
An exhausted me found a grace to get cherish again, A lost me found a hope to get a direction again, A leftover me found an eye to complete me again, A faceless me found an aesthete to rechristen again!