...
I sit by a silver pool
My legs dangle in, just below the knee
so that my steps can remember where I've been
but my eyes dont have to see
And below the surface swim fish, lazy
each one holds a memory
unluckily, or lucky, they get a little hazy
I grasp at them, they swim further away
scales grazing fingertips, I watch in dismay
cause the only ones I seem to catch and devour
force my thoughts into such a disarray
I sit by a silver pool
eating painful memories
oh god, I'm such a fool
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 11:50 AM UTC
...
I sit by a silver pool
My legs dangle in, just below the knee
so that my steps can remember where I've been
but my eyes dont have to see
And below the surface swim fish, lazy
each one holds a memory
unluckily, or lucky, they get a little hazy
I grasp at them, they swim further away
scales grazing fingertips, I watch in dismay
cause the only ones I seem to catch and devour
force my thoughts into such a disarray
I sit by a silver pool
eating painful memories
oh god, I'm such a fool
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