I can not stay still.
I'm not of wood
But of water.
If I remain still I grow stale
Become useless to all,
And harmful to those who try drink me.
He tried to hold me back with anger,
With lingering glares
And wolfish growls.
He tried to hold me back with pity,
With new found pleasures he'd never tasted before
With words to prove his mind was similar to my twisted own.
He tried to hold me back with promises,
Of change and getting better
And everything being perfect in the end.
I would not have it.
I am water,
And not meant to be contained.
Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 7:05 PM UTC
I can not stay still.
I'm not of wood
But of water.
If I remain still I grow stale
Become useless to all,
And harmful to those who try drink me.
He tried to hold me back with anger,
With lingering glares
And wolfish growls.
He tried to hold me back with pity,
With new found pleasures he'd never tasted before
With words to prove his mind was similar to my twisted own.
He tried to hold me back with promises,
Of change and getting better
And everything being perfect in the end.
I would not have it.
I am water,
And not meant to be contained.
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