i'll be there
when the wind turns violent
the sun drowns in cloud
the sky goes a black tint

i'll be there
when tears flood your skin
your lip curls down
then love will begin

that shine in your eyes
accompanied by a kiss
fingers interlinked
but then we miss

the chance to develop
to a place more serious
one small fight
talk becomes delerious

shouting and crying
we fall apart
night after night later
remembering the start

when things were perfect,
differences were ignored
was this really love
or teenagers getting bored?

i ask you now
when is love real
do we have to be old
whats that feeling we feel?

i start to question
is it lust or love
is it a phenomenon
sent from above...