1:32AM (Free style Friday)
I want to be everything you want to know.
Engulfed by a good soul.
You are my everything wonderful.
Twisted into the malice of thought.
I want to be your resting place.
Tainted with cinnamon sins, so sweet.
Tell me, my existence is valid.
Fuel my reasons of hope.
Calm the rage inside.
Tell me that you are in love with me.
You'll name a hurricane after me.