You will never lose me to the windYou are the lightning that made me fill my chest with candlesYou are the thunder clapping for the poem that nobody else wants to hearYou are an icicle’s tear watering a tulip on the first day of springYou melt me aliveYou kiss me as deep as my roots will reachAnd I want nothing more than to be an eyelash fallen on your cheekThen being collected by your fingersAnd held like a wishI promiseThat whatever I doI will always try my bestTo come true
— How It Ends by Andrea Gibson 

You will never lose me to the wind
You are the lightning that made me fill my chest with candles
You are the thunder clapping for the poem that nobody else wants to hear
You are an icicle’s tear watering a tulip on the first day of spring
You melt me alive
You kiss me as deep as my roots will reach
And I want nothing more than to be an eyelash fallen on your cheek
Then being collected by your fingers
And held like a wish
I promise
That whatever I do
I will always try my best
To come true

How It Ends by Andrea Gibson