Dying of dehydration in a desert with only your tears to save me, I wouldn’t make you cry. I would let the sun evaporate my soul, just so I could rain down on you; Droplets of loyalty shower your face but you deflect me with an umbrella shield. So the sewer becomes me and I am a river. Flowing always in your direction. All metaphors and thoughts that you will never know And more importantly never understand. So next time I know to keep away from the desert sand.