A Specific Mood

⚡The Bliss of Thunder⚡

Everytime it thunders
My heart flutters,
And my heart wonders
About him behind the shutters.

I hate the thunder
But he loves it,
And so I start to wonder
About the bliss of it.

I used to feel scared
But not anymore,
Now when the thunder is declared
It reminds me of him from before.

Now it gives me the cheer
Which it had never given me,
It's because of what my heart holds dear
And it is indeed he.

"Let him go!"
My mind screams,
But my heart says no
Because he's in all my dreams.

I still dream of sitting under a willow
And whispering when the light is dim,
I haven't let go of my pillow
Ever since I let go of him.

I used to hold my pillow tight
When the thunder sounded grim,
But now even when the night is quite
I hold it close wishing it would be him.

Your typical boyish charms
Makes you the most precious form of art,
If I won't ever be able to hold you in my arms
Then I promise I will forever hold you in my heart.