Flow
Lay me down into the river in which both are fed
Lost of control as you sweep me through your life
Where land can leave you (with me) dead
Leaves are draped upon areas you love to know
The water seeps into our minds and does
FLOW...
over thoughts that we dared to choke on together
FLOW...
over fingernails that never scratched beyond the surface of each other
FLOW...
until we fall from the edge and splash until we drown...
forever.
Copyright © Mark Anthony Cotterman | Year Posted 2010
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