Storm Chaser

You are my weakness 



You are the type to make my problems of rain



Become forgiven mist 



The type to make me fly away 



With just a winded kiss 



The type that gives the chance of perception 



Becoming the one I miss 



As I stare at the words you spit out



The 3 words that you drip 



I'd risk my life 



To take a storm chasing trip 



Just so I can become waterproof again 



With just the feel of your lips
 

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