Ivy
Ivy.
It wraps around looking for a destination.
The destination never comes.
Ivy.
It grows faster then a wildfire.
Like a river it runs.
Ivy.
It burns and itches and
spreads unmercifully.
Ivy.
It reminds me of well...
Me.
Ivy.
That is what I would be.
The things we relate to when
we're emotional are quite funny.
Aren't they?
Copyright © Misty Hoot | Year Posted 2010
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