You slipped out of my hands,
Glass shattering on the ground,
Spred out into a million pieces,
You and me,
Polar opposites that no longer attract,
And two contents drifting away from each other,
The cold water in between,
That not a sole would to dip their toes into,
For you were shy,
and I was just me.
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 10:03 PM UTC
You slipped out of my hands,
Glass shattering on the ground,
Spred out into a million pieces,
You and me,
Polar opposites that no longer attract,
And two contents drifting away from each other,
The cold water in between,
That not a sole would to dip their toes into,
For you were shy,
and I was just me.
