Aug 23
I reach for water in the desert,
a mirage shimmering in the heat.
My lips are cracked with longing,
my heart, a vessel, pleading to be filled.
But when I kneel to drink,
I taste only sand—
grains that cut, not quench,
dust that dries the soul.
a mirage shimmering in the heat.
My lips are cracked with longing,
my heart, a vessel, pleading to be filled.
But when I kneel to drink,
I taste only sand—
grains that cut, not quench,
dust that dries the soul.
Have you ever had someone go back and forth with you? They love you today. Hate you tomorrow. Then love you again.
