11-14-13

I want to hear a story, love,

Before we go to sleep.

Tell me why someone like you

Would want my heart to keep.

I’m like a storm, a hurricane

A mess of wind and wave.

Sometimes I’m a volcano burning

With nothing left to save.

While you shine like the sun above

I cross you like a cloud.

Yet if I think of leaving this

I hear your heart beat loud.

It tells me that with you I’m home,

That you can see my soul.

You’ll tame the storm and cool the fire

You’ll mend up every hole.

The woman who tried to fix herself

Is almost willing here

To let you kiss the pain away,

To wipe up every tear.

I don’t know what’s become of me,

This princess in her chains.

I don’t feel like myself tonight,

Everything is strange.

So tell me, Charming, if you can

How you found the witch in need

And saved her from herself at last

Though she could make you bleed.

Tell me why you love me still

When I can be quite mad

Then perhaps I’ll have the strength to say

You’re the best I’ve ever had.