Why does it feel like
My blessings are
Scattered showers?
Appearing once in a blue moon
To kiss my Saharan life.
Not enough to quench thirst
But enough to keep you
From dying
Crying,
Trying to convince myself that
If He never does another thing
Than he's done enough...
We I call my bluff with
chapped lips,
Licking tears
Cause I can't afford to waist any
Liquid.
Where are the windows
And the floodgates
Flooding greats into greater
No grapes should favor the flavor
Of water turned wine
By You.
Instead it feels like I'm forced to grow a vineyard in the desert
How much does it take to
Moisture a
Mustard seed?
Watching my dreams fade away
Like a mirage
I just want to see some kind of cloud formation..
I know I should be happy for
Scattered Showers
But
I thought when it
Rains
It
YOU ARE READING
Cliché: Charge my head, not my heart
PoetryAnother day, another story. Let's talk about a few of these, shall we? And as always, Peace. Love. Bass
