mountian

You are rain to me

Sweet and warm on my skin

I’m ever craving your presence

So I can soak in your haze, soap buds amidst

But like the clouds ever passing

You come and go without asking

How can I keep up with your heaven sent waves

When with you I’m alive and when you’re gone I die

I crave the monsoon and I fear the drought

Which is actually a constant flow of ice and snow

What happens if when you’re gliding on white,

I lose myself? What happens if I go?

What happens if you find another girl

Or if she steals your heart,

I cant defend you against broken bones and

I cant see kisses in the dark