Dry mouth
Air from you is needed
Running my tongue across my dry lips
Dry and peeling
Desperately need your breath
Just blow across my face
Awaken my inner eye
The clarity you give me is my cure
An illness in which you heal and make me sicker in every moment
So addictive
My poor dry mouth
These feelings oh Lord
Bad girl I don’t know what to feel anymore
Someone save me
These walls
These eyes
They are closing in on me
I’m just a sucka for love
One who is always lost
Waiting to be found
Will you find me ?
Don’t make any promises
When the sun shines you always there to cover it…
Why sparkle me with doubt?
Why keep me in a bubble?
Will you find me?
These feelings oh Lord.
Poetry in Space by Kiki 