You’re like a desert when you get angry the heat coming from you is so hot.
That I have to drink tons of water and nothing seems to cool me off from your heat.
It gets so bad that you become the mirage of a person I used to know.
And I begin to see a mirage of things that you don’t do, playing in front of my eyes.
And as you smile at me I don’t see who you truly are anymore.
Your desert ways have fried my brain and I’m living in a world that doesn’t exist.
Written By: Deirdre Stokes