he looks at me
with those slate grey eyes.
he mocks at me
with that snarl tooth lisped grin.
he looks at me and his lips dont move,
but his eyes speak with mountains.
they say she slipped through my fingers
like water through the rocks in the river.
they say the longer i ran to keep her,
the further she ran to me.
they say the more you tried to save her,
the tighter your fingers bruised her pale skin
and gripped her throat
until her lungs were almost dead.
they said she did it voluntarily.
i know better.
you did not release your grip even when i let go.
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 1:56 AM UTC
he looks at me
with those slate grey eyes.
he mocks at me
with that snarl tooth lisped grin.
he looks at me and his lips dont move,
but his eyes speak with mountains.
they say she slipped through my fingers
like water through the rocks in the river.
they say the longer i ran to keep her,
the further she ran to me.
they say the more you tried to save her,
the tighter your fingers bruised her pale skin
and gripped her throat
until her lungs were almost dead.
they said she did it voluntarily.
i know better.
you did not release your grip even when i let go.
i know better.
