Passion Poems

Dehydrated

I'm thirsty, but not in the way you'd think,

I'm thirsty for love, for passion, and forgiveness in one drink.

I need to know what I'm suppose to do, should I stay or go,

Things haven't been the same with us since about a year ago.

Is it because we're tired of ourselves or how we speak to each other,

Or is it because we hold resentment and so we suffer?

I'm not saying it has to be this way, I'm hoping to solve it,

To crack the code, to save ourselves, and drink from the fountain.