Years of spray paint lost at the bottom of the sea.
"It's a river you dumbass"
I let out a plea.
Indeed I was idiotic for that remark.
I wasn't bright.
I tell you I'm not smart.
Our friendship;
Was once as tight as can be.
Now we build;
With rocks to the top of the sea.
My friend with golden locks,
Now brown;
With fear and loss.
I want you here with me.
I'm sorry I had to leave.
How idiotic I was.
It's was a river and you were the sea.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
