Wishing Clouds

Clouds how you flirt
You made us want all the dirt
We made a bulb of soft glow
That smeared the cries of sorrow
The rain that strongly came
It dropped me into a saint
the static saw you in wander
Keeping away the close thunder
It digged and revealed all my doubts
And it appeared I did not suit your mouth
So I took the plane to my fathers
And felt they need me as their silvers
I chalked you would not claim
Me or my silly name
You still had to feel the cold
And paint it with things that sold
I had to leave, so you could bloom
Without a word, without a broom
It does still rest within my soul
The urges that were left untold
– ❤️asuma