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Often I look to the water And I do not see my reflection anymore, The surface ripples in the breeze Allowing me to know something’s underneath, Even when distorted I see him daring me to take the forfeit, I continue to search For what it submerged, But all I see is him. Blue eyes Staring at me, tempting me to break, The pain is bundled inside of me Like the dark secrets of this lake, The moments I shared with him Start to seep out the cracks, Trickling out of my eye Like a rusty leaking tap, A leaf stirs the water And I cannot see his eyes anymore, My frustration rattles like a breeze Until my true despair scuttles back underneath.
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Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 1:26 PM UTC
Shattered Water
Often I look to the water And I do not see my reflection anymore, The surface ripples in the breeze Allowing me to know something’s underneath, Even when distorted I see him daring me to take the forfeit, I continue to search For what it submerged, But all I see is him. Blue eyes Staring at me, tempting me to break, The pain is bundled inside of me Like the dark secrets of this lake, The moments I shared with him Start to seep out the cracks, Trickling out of my eye Like a rusty leaking tap, A leaf stirs the water And I cannot see his eyes anymore, My frustration rattles like a breeze Until my true despair scuttles back underneath.
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george-arkley
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 1:26 PM UTC
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