silent conversations

It’s not raining But sometimes words fall Down like rain. Sometimes they come in a Deluge Flood Monsoon Or whip around like a Wind storm Tornado Hurricane And instead of building up, they Destroy. It’s not raining And the sky is blue and not gray And instead of bad I kind of feel okay But the fact still remains That we sit here and say “We need to talk” And yet All we do is sit here Surrounded by the blue Wishing for it to Rain Deluge Flood Anything. But all we’re doing is Sitting in a drought.

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