A Little More Than Tepid
Staring into the eye of the storm
you're the tornado ripping apart my soul
I can't think straight
but one doesn't need to think
to know the path to follow
Destroyed in destruction that follows
you're whirlwind keeps me whole
any which way it's about to blow
and I adore the way you blow
the temperature rises
as I burn deeply in your glow
weather is nothing to take lightly
and I take it all
the good, the bad
even snow
I hate you
I love you
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