Feb 2014
Under the grey sky*
I saw you. . .
There;
In your purple dress.
You stood like a statue
Of a Greek Goddess
Hovering over.
You took two shallow steps
To pull me out and
Not let me sink
Underneath all of this
Filth that I've created.
I wouldn't go back
Even if I could,
I couldn't go back
Even if I would.
Your lips moved twice
And signaled me in.
-Safe landings-
I'll make it home
Eventually. . .
The carpet is
A loaded gun.
*I am your target.
I saw you. . .
There;
In your purple dress.
You stood like a statue
Of a Greek Goddess
Hovering over.
You took two shallow steps
To pull me out and
Not let me sink
Underneath all of this
Filth that I've created.
I wouldn't go back
Even if I could,
I couldn't go back
Even if I would.
Your lips moved twice
And signaled me in.
-Safe landings-
I'll make it home
Eventually. . .
The carpet is
A loaded gun.
*I am your target.
(30/M/Florida)
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