I'm a lonely puddle
Waiting to be evaporated by the sun
Waiting to dry up so I won't be an obstacle
An obstacle to anyone
No one really stops to notice me
Excepted when the filthy water is splashed on me
No one really wants me there
Except when they want to step on me, and use me
Like I'm a worthless nothing
Sorry, I am a worthless nothing
So I sit there, waiting for the sun to take me away
I want to be relieved of the pain
The pain of being a lonely little puddle
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The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
