I thought that I lost a little of my soul, |
with each stone that I threw into the lake. |
I thought that a part of me died, a little each time, |
and that sooner or later Death would come for me. |
But now I can see that that's not the case. |
Now I can see that, looking into the lake, |
the stones are still there- and now they look back at me. |
And I still have the pieces of my soul that I have thrown into the lake. |
And I still have you. |
Beneath the water, |
but I still have you. |
And I will not let you slip from my grasp. |
Copyright ©2003 Ashi Shadow 4/5/03 on Katie, imagine seeing the rocks piled beneath the surface and her face. Her face is in the stones I've thrown looking back at me- so the thrown pieces of my soul are in her, which means that they're still in me and I have not lost them.