Saturday, June 25, 2011

Fish.

There was nothing I could do.
You slipped away into the waters
While I stared down at it
Lapping at my land-bound feet.

I gripped my face instead
And tried to move around the lines
So they'll look different
And maybe you'd come back.

I waited until you never came
Until I grew wings and flew away
I'd search for you, but
I've forgotten what you looked like.


[Egh, crap writing! I am out of love, so even in a weather like this, it was a pain to churn this out.]

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