cry baby eyes and our rubbing thighs

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"i love you."
"i love you too."
spare the moment if you must;
for I have turned to dust.

if you need be I'll be by the creek,
where people cry there, each and every week.
and with our eyes filled like a flooded city;
the only time we feel is when it's pity.

I exchange my manners with you,
but all the colors are now a different hue.
i wipe my eyes, in attempt to see;
however, everything seems blurry to me.

my feet stick against the mud as I approach;
it's the place where I taught myself not a croak.
water streams not only down the path,
but down my cheeks to a smile that made you laugh.

and I remember coming to this creek with you.
with our cry baby eyes and hearts in two.
i remember your hand grazing my thigh,
but maybe it was all the candy on high.

or maybe you felt something there too.
a chill through each touch, could you?
closer and closer we got...
our thighs rubbing and bodies hot.
but something always felt wrong.

your eyes hungry, my stomach churning, we came here for purpose to calm our yearning.
and I couldn't move, because my feet were stuck in that mud...

so now, by the creek...
it's smells and reeks.
the emotions are dry,
while the sewage is wet.

you don't remember and nor shall I.
but I'll only remember that this is the place I came to cry.

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