Seems you think of me
Mind on me
Bended knees
Face wet
Slippery as feet
Crossing a mossy stone
Grown enough
To admit what I can’t
Decades separate
Separating us
Bound by words
Bind my mind
To yours
Oceans surrounding
Tempting us to jump in
But I
cannot
swim
© Tia Clarke 2010
2 comments:
write again soon.
geez thats the only comment i get. not its good, not it sucks - come on mayne w/e happen to the critique?
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