your feet are in front of you,
i saw you walking with them.
i guess that's the only way though.
my pumpkin tells me things, and i find him funny.
we have a similar sense of humor, and appreciation of most things.
he is that to which i have resorted. mainly to cope.
sit down below the grass stained tree trunks, and forget about everyone else
and everything else.
stand above the small dirty creek,
before the rains stop, before the mud dries
and breathe. or cry.
that is what i usually always feel like doing today
The sea was roaring at me to let you go,
for
"....if he sinks or swims...."
"....i still won't love him."
