No one wants to hurt.
No one wants to feel the pain of heart.
Air out your mind
while you wait for the rain to start.
My own personal despair
I dare to share to show I care,
but if the air remains this stale,
I think our love will not prevail.
The soundtrack of my heart's fire
is this anthology of ill desires.
Your beauty rewires the way in which I see
the importance of the now in infinity.