invisible currents lift me,
drifting, never stopping
floating along the tides.
see, the washed up debris of life
the doll i cried over,
the song i danced to.
all discarded like an old skin.
face the sky, darkness takes place.
under water nobody can see you cry..
we just..
drift with the tides.
Alone.
A contest entry
- It's Quickie Time.. ! You Interested? by Sweet Impatience.
1200 points, ended November 5, 2008, 9 entries
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Comments
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I really like your poem, but I'm a bit at a loss. which prompt are you writing for? please come back before I'm done commenting and place the option in your authors notes.
kat

