Pain inscribed along the cracks of chapped lips.
The bitter taste of regret haunts a tongue long dry.
Sun-scorched whispers trapped in a desperate plea
I Want You!
I Need...
You.There is no future in this barren land.
Our plans together lost on a hot breeze
struggling to precipitate.
I see you in the distance
dancing along the clouds,
simply teasing.
What I wouldn’t do for a trickle of your attention.
Look at me!
I am a changed man,
I’ve given up my wasteful ways.
Come to me Please!
Please…
Baptize me
Bathe my sins
in your forgiveness.