Friday, January 22, 2010

Pardon Me

Walking with you


I lost my step


You didn't hold on


into the water I fell


I reached for you


You smacked me away


I cried out for help


You told me to be quiet


I gave you all of me


and it wasn't enough


I wasn't worth saving


I needed you


You needed more


As I come out of the water


all on my own


pardon me if I don't take your hand


you dropped me last time.
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