Tornado

I broke your lamp that sat bedside,

Which means you must turn on that light 

The one that you have never liked 

Because it seems a few shades too bright

But you didn't see 

At half past three 

The flicker of lightning 

You left on me. 

You couldn't know 

That your touch made me glow 

And that the smile that crossed my cheeks 

Was waiting for months to be set free. 

You've heard of dark places 

But you didn't know 

That your touch illuminated places 

Where good guys don't go. 

And when I told you 

You are light 

You're a tornado

Was your sweet reply. 

I swept through your room

Tore down power line;

But It only seems fitting 

For I fell from your sky.