“Rain over me. I’ll still set like the sun for you.”

I get so lost in your midnight eyes I forget we’re running out of time.

Lost in the space between friend and lover. I am and none of these things.

Your presence is poetic, mysterious and deep. If you don’t mind I’d like to read you; uncover the dirty secrets hidden within your pages and fill that missing space between your sheets.

I long for connection but speak only with your reflection.

I was on fire. You didn’t even hesitate stepping into the flames. After tonight I am certain all the neighbors know your name.

You want to taste my ruby lips but fear they’ll leave a mark. Loving you is trespassing, forbidden access to an insecure heart.

You are the thunderstorm warning and I’m dancing in acid rain.

The night is wine and we’re the stars.

How can I be soft when tough love is all I ever known?

I’ve got the midnight blues in the middle of the afternoon – the side effects of missing you.

If love is rain ours is always pouring.

Everyone chases fairytales and magic until love becomes an illusion.

I dream about the body I wish I had and all the ways I could be touched in it.

If this love is going to break me, at least make my suffering sweet. I want to know what you taste like in sweltering summer heat.

If there’s still hope for the hopeless, there must be hope for us.

I imagine myself cold as ice falling into your open arms. Everyone says it’s beautiful where I am but I’d rather be where you are.

A rainy day is the perfect excuse to explore deeper feelings.

So we danced in the rain and woke to the haze of a sunrise painted in honey.

Ink pours like rain when I think about all the times you said my name, heartache just falls onto the page.

To get the joy you have to go through pain. To get the rainbow, you have to go through rain.

I’m the fire that dances in the rain, I’m the love that lives in my heart. I’m the broken heart that crashes, I’m the phoenix rising from the ashes. I’m healing and scars, I’m the sun and all the stars.

You were my sunshine on all my rainy days.

Rain love on the people that mean the world to you.

It always rains hardest on people who deserve the sun.