If wishes feel like rain, then you’d be my rose with morning dew. If my wishes were like roses, then you’d be their soil. If the soils feel empty, then I’d bring fire. If my fire fed your earth, your breath would breathe me. Your air will thin as resent for me thickens. Are tears an acception? My wishes would flow down my cheek and put myself out. Your bud could bloom, but all until we begin again.

We love like nature, to oddly be against it.

Every day I wish to be happy Every day I wish to find love Every day I wish to have a family Every day I wish to find a good job I wish and I wish but It feels like a storm in my head I keep wishing but nothing happenes If wishes felt like rain, then certainly I am a storm

If wishes fell like rain, certainly I am a storm. A storm of my own emotions A storm of thing that have happened to me A storm of what is to come But in this I wish for assurance I wish for a long ever lasting love Not pricked away at by the cruel hands of time With every crumble I wish I wish to be debt free In money and in memory To not be burdened by a past that haunts me so. A gale of guilt that sweeps me off my feet I wish for the faith in myself to prevail in my self doubt Within this storm is an anchor

My love.

My love for my family My love for my daughter

For it is you who keeps me grounded I am able to desire more with no regret if it means it is for you I will feel not shame for pursuing My wish for you is prosperity in all that life brings If this is far to much to ask for then so be it May my wishes follow through like that of rain in a storm.

If wishes fell like rain, Then certainly I am the storm, Hail falling on me, Like bullets hitting the floor, Sleet hits my cheek, Like pollen fallen on green sheets, If pollen was my dream, Bees carry mine away, Tried to claim it back, Stung me to bits I felt weak, Thunder seem scary as a kid, The noise is louder than what’s within, Something beautiful about standing in the rain, You get wet yet your pain feels it’s been washed away, Sad times happen give me room to mourn, Certainly I am the storm

If I lay these words like bricks I can say I set the bar

Greatera than A- lister I’m can be a star

Ain playing football when I take my pick out the jar

No sleeves to hide the scars traveling far

I can’t hide this pain because I wear it on my arm

If wishes feel like rain, then certainly I am storm

To learn and not forget To live without regret To love and never lose **To have it all, but never choose **

Eyes that see beauty all around Ears that hear every joyous sound Mouths that speak words that heal Hands that help guide and feel A home that you can share A friend who is always there A love that will never fade A creation that can’t be unmade Money that always grows on trees Faith that won’t hurt the knees Hope that covers every doubt Time that never runs out Running and not growing faint Eating and not gaining weight Crying but not feeling pain Losing but still finding gain Always happy and carefree Always being just to be Always clear with what is said Never behind, never ahead Never too cool or too warm If wishes fell like rain, then certainly I am a storm.

every eyelash, every shooting star, every birthday wish, spent on wishes, wishes for love, acceptance, beauty, if wishes fell like rain, then I certainly am a storm.

If wishes fell like rain, certainly I am a storm. Wishing for you, wishing for love. The type of love you fall so deeply you can’t see anymore. I’m blinded by this wishing storm wondering if the clouds will pass and I’ll finally know if we will last. Tell me if we will be something, give me anything I can grasp. But now I just keep wishing one day you’ll see, see me, see us and what we can be. Wishing for more. If wishes fell like rain, certainly I am a storm. Not one of those small showers but the ones with the lighting and thunder begging, pleading, hoping you can hear these loud cries. I feel like I’m giving enough signs. I don’t want to wish anymore, I want to be those cheesy couples who dance and sing in the rain I don’t want to be stuck just wishing, I hate this pain. But i guess I’ll just be torn still saying, if wishes fell like rain, certainly I am a storm.

If wishes fell like rain, then I certainly am a storm. Yelling to the point I’m almost more than torn. Telling only a story of what I once thought as glory. Knowing it was only the lore. I’ve been through it all before. I’m so far gone I can’t even see the shore.

If wishes fell like rain, then certainly I am a storm. Brewing up inside to cause a tsunami roar. Each wish flooding in, puddles all over the world. For I am just a wishful dreamer a hopeless daring girl. Wishing in the wind, wishful in the sun, if you ever feel wish less just know we’re all granted ones. If wishes fell like rain, then certainly I am a storm but nonetheless the most electric hurricane that pours.