Wishing Well
I keep falling
in deeper water,
sinking like a desirous penny
to the bottom of your well
where pretty things
no longer thrive
and love is
a shade of gray
I'm swimming in the mouth
of murky dreams
and my heart
is no longer transparent,
she's wading
in a smutty film
of verity
how ugly
Copyright © Melissa Wadkins Patterson | Year Posted 2008
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