I am your polka dot in the swimming pool,
dripping wet with my crocodile tears.
I'm drowning, but it's okay, I tell you, "it's cool"
Please forgive me.
I wouldn't mind pointing the finger,
just don't point it at me-
I said, "would you please forgive me!"
Don't ya hear me?
(1st November 2013)
YOU ARE READING
Blue Moon
Poetry"Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes." - Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There (2012 - 2014)