If i could,
I would,
Swim in those dark pools
you call eyes.
I don't need,
a clear blue sea.
All i need,
is you,
and me,
and those
polluted
swimming pools.
I can see
the oily residue
those pollutants have left you.
Im surprised
you can still
See through,
Such a dark,
and lonely
place
to be-
alone
in,
those dark
swimming pools
Of yours
YOU ARE READING
Withered Words
PoetryMy words are withered because they suck. A collection of some of my poems. If they're poems at all. (:
