Pockets

by Avrii Monrielle   Apr 29, 2008


You lost me
when you said,
"Whatever
goes this way,"
and laughed with
your hands lost
in your own
big pockets.

Somehow, I
felt nervous
as your own
big pockets
stood next to
mine and my
feet could not
move at all.

My legs would
float and my
feet would sink
in the sink-
-ing sand that
illumin-
-ated you
and made me
think, "Help me!

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  • 16 years ago

    by Unrequited

    *applauds loudly* I just don't know what else to say... :)