Monday, June 13, 2011

~The Thirst~

~You said all the right things....words flowed from your lips like sweet wine from a fountain. And though you seemed too good to be true, I was dying of thirst and dove in head first without knowing how deep the water. But it was cool, and it was soothing, and I drank it up until the fountain stopped flowing.....and left me with nothing, nothing but the taste of bittersweet tears.~

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