Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Longing.

I held out my hands for you to reach.
Too bad they slipped out of yours.
Oh. No. They did not.
You just decided not to.
You didn't even try to.
And you hid them from my sight.
To where I would never find.
You rather fell to the ground with all your proud.
Hitting hard to the bottom rock without a sound.
With your eyes tightly shut.
Because you knew, somehow, you would not end up crashing.
You opened your eyes, to see I was the one who's falling.

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