I could be your fire Fueling your desire Lighting up your soul until the energy is higher

I could be your dark knight Guard you from the parasites Carry all your burdens till they’re swept away and out of sight

I could be your clear sky Make the morning sun rise Turn the cloudy melancholy thunder into paradise

I could be your last breath Shield you from a slow death Smoldering eternally like ashes from a cigarette

When I opened my bag of food, My mouth half-opened, Instead of the delectable triple cheese bacon burger, I found A salad.

I want to speak to your manager

She wants to know his secret. He hasn’t decided what it is yet.

Damien took pride in being a man of mystery. His aloof demeanor and quiet nature excited the hearts of many. But it never lasted long.

The woman rests her chin in the palm of her hand, her eyes filled with curiosity. Her supple red lips curve into a warm and inviting smile, a smile that nearly breaks his somber persona.

He takes a deep breath, trying to ignore the erratic pounding in his chest.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he mutters, keeping his eyes near the ground.

This seems to further captivate the woman, her eyes igniting with desire. She leans closer and closer until her nose is perfectly parallel with Damien’s.

“Oh, trust me,” she whispers. “I would.”

Feel the dampness of the rain Cozy rain How it placates the spirits and assuages all pain

Hear it drizzle drizzle drizzle in the penetrating wind Underneath the weeping trees As the sleeping willow bleeds Onto soft and supple skin

Watch it fall, fall, fall down the terracotta wall Hear the melancholy ballad as the angels start to bawl

Smell the petrichor aroma that will always remain From the rain, from the rain From the rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain Hear the whispering and the whistling of the rain