No Thunder Without Lightning

Lightning rarely strikes without thunder, causing havoc in gloomy skies. Humans can't control their plunder, seeking shelter until the storm dies. Once, I was your prince - full of charm and you my willing Cinderella. Kept you safe from storms that could harm, just like a human umbrella. We danced from spring until the fall and laughed so much, until you cried. Now here I stand, trying to recall, that exact moment the music died. Those eyes of soft chocolate brown, gleamed with your sweet tender smile. Now all you seem to do is frown, and even a glance seems like a trial. Its been such a long time since my kiss made those lips quiver, and my hands didn't commit a crime, but now my touch makes you shiver. To unlock those sad songs in your mind, I couldn't sing the correct lyrics. Still the right words, I struggle to find as I love you, doesn't raise your spirits. As our love begins to rot, regret plants seeds of discontent. Yet my love remains, but yours does not, as you lose yourself in malcontent. How ironic as you walk away, the radio plays our special song. I don't have the strength to make you stay, after all, it would only be wrong. Your ghost will linger in the gust with memories that wish to remain. When bridges burn, ashes turn to dust, its difficult to erase this pain.