cry

let's weep.

i'm talking with my words
and she's walking with her legs,
and i try to be eloquent
like a latter-day poet,
but instead my words
come out like desperate dragon tears--
salty and clumsy
when they should be sparkling.

but my girl turns to me
and cries her own words
that float and curl around the birds
and we sit under a willow tree
and cry
together.

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[Searching 4 Serenity]

This is so sad, yet sweet at the same time.