Which way is your wind churning,
Which way will your heart be,
Will it blow, again, towards us,
Or will it blow away, till you're free?
You blew through here last Summer,
And shook the leaves right off my tree.
You're like a Summer cell, baby,
A Summer cell blowing me,
Left me damage I couldn't imagine,
Damage you just can't see.
I thought the world was turning,
But your vortex had a hold on me,
I thought the sky was weeping,
But my eyes, they couldn't see.
Now I can't get no bearings,
But bearings don't matter to me
You're like a Summer cell baby,
A Summer cell blowing me,
Disregard storm warnings,
And damage is what there'll be.
Now I see the wind a rustling,
The high branches on the trees,
And I'm watching for wind direction,
Which way your heart might be.
But it don't matter, baby,
Your wind's still rocking me.
You're like a Summer cell baby,
A Summer cell blowing me,
Leave me damage I can't imagine,
Leave me damage you just can't see.
You're like a Summer cell baby,
A Summer cell blowing me,
Disregard storm warnings,
Come on, baby, damage me.
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Comments: 19
This is soooooooo incredibly awesome. Could be a fantastic song.
Just me I am going to check out your poem it sounds good.
Tropic is a lonesome line