Love Hurricane
When the rain starts,
the blood flows.
When the rain stops,
that’s when I’ll know.
See, our love is like a tropical storm,
feeding off the wind creating damage.
But after the storm has come and gone,
That’s the beauty within.
No S.O.S.
No evacuation
This is our love hurricane,
That will not subside.
Because when the rain starts,
Our beating hearts flow.
And when the rain stops,
That’s when we’ll know.
I AM NOT REALLY HERE…
eatfashiondrinkmusic asked: Can you tell me what your inspiration is?
Everything that surrounds me provides me with inspiration…the good, the bad, the ugly, and the beautiful.


