Im glad its you and not me
stuck in that puddle
of quicksand you call love...
.
Saturated in lies...thick to the truth.
and so sad to the heart.
.
Whimpering madness
surrounds you like
thick cold molasses
on a cold winter day
..
You melt to the touch
and freeze to the moment.
How sad you are and
blind you choose to be.
.
Aware of the warmth that lingers close.
that could shed the
thick glaze you willingly wear.
.
Freedom is one sunny touch away.
Yet you stand motionless
surrounded in your
thickness.
.
And I too stand motionless
silently watching.
.
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