She slipped away, right through my fingers
I watched her and was powerless to stop it.
She poured through my hands as if water to the sands
I couldnt retrieve a single grain from where she left her vibrant stain
She was, or so I thought, a way out of this dismal place
Now here I sit longing to run my fingers lovingly down her face
She sits there now, far away, across the room deepening my gloom
I reach for her from afar to feel her arms save me from terrible doom
I watched her slip away and vainly wished her stay, in fact I even begged.
Nothing, not a grin or glance or stair or inclining of a care.
I sit here more confused and feeling somewhat used, knowing that I cant
have whats being sought by the bleeding organ on the floor under the
boards creaking and groaning. Its all I hear, the constant fear, that
she will leave. My heart on sleeve is waring out its welcome kept so I
dont pout.
I watched her slip away, the sand simply moved to
swiftly for me to keep pace. I could not see past the feeling in me to
simply watch her walk away and always in my heart stay. So I reach for
her hand In hopes that she will take my heart instead, but I must have
hit my head, cause Im fuzzy inside but heavy and insecure.
I
want her for my own but her I can not have for her affections are not
just to me but to another whom I see as a brother to the likes of me.
Now I find myself in the same boat I was in as a knee high to a
grasshopper, loosing what I want too a longer time from start and Im
trying not to fall apart.
Nov 14, 2010