I'm really unsure of things right now.


Are You Oil?

My heart aches
if only I could touch you
The more words we say
The more time we are apart
The closer I edge to the cliff

Save me
Their words are supposed to help me
to guide me
But all they do is hurt me
Hurt you
Spout my deepest hates
and my deepest fears.

Am I giving away my gold?
Or am I bestowing a worthy one?

Are you oil?
Or are you water?

They are credible
and discredited the same
Yet I am no omniscient
Who are you?



Poetry by Inchworm
Read 730 times
Written on 2009-03-30 at 04:00

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