This water has no ripples
It stays still in the morning
It holds no contempt; no unhappy mood
But it belittles my mourning
I feel so small here
Out on the calm water
I feel so jealous
Because I want to be steady
But if I was this lake
I'd somehow have tsunamis
And ripples and waves
The only disturbance this water has now
Is me
I'm the cause of its only distress
But I'm starting to wonder
If that's not the case
With us and my mourning
And trying to save face
Are you my only distress?
Are you my saving grace?
I just can't tell
My mouth is so dry
I feel so sad but I have no tears left to cry
YOU ARE READING
Papercut Souls
Poetry~My hearts sick and bruised My souls paper thin You can make me bleed with just a flick of my skin~ This ones a blast. That much I know... but I wrote it... So who am I to say so? With love, David Yager
