Why do I tend to fall back
When it comes to sending
A message with words
That attached to
Are subliminal lines
Each written
One at a time
To demonstrate my drought
As you recognize my thirst
Like a succulent english rose
Asking for water to pour
While it’s planted far from the sea
Asking for a drop of sweat
From the rocks it can reach
Inching closer to death
That is what I see
Every time your smile
Penetrates me