Monday, July 1, 2019

Faucet

The flow of your words into my head
A faucet
Sometimes dripping slowly
Sometimes on full blast
We've twisted the knobs to off
The final drops evaporating
I'm getting used to this dry phase but
I can't help but feel parched


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Parched

 My love your love Acid Rain Pouring down on me I raised my face Drink it in Burning My eyes my throat So parched Thirsty for any Drop

  • Unraveling
    wound up I try to gather   my loose strings frayed messy ends but you find a thread pull me  and here I am  unraveling in front of you  
  • nocturnal
    I fear that I’m a flower Who can only bloom In solitary darkness
  • Parched
     My love your love Acid Rain Pouring down on me I raised my face Drink it in Burning My eyes my throat So parched Thirsty for any Drop