You were a worm I plucked out from the soil and washed clean with holy water. I taught you to wriggle all over again. I loved you simply for being what you were, and you loved that. We talked about dreamy things. I took you to all the placed I went, introduced you to my life. I held you tight, squeezing that feeling you always got right out of you. You felt like me, never a worm again. I wandered... I dug into the soil and wriggled, but holy clean I stayed (remained). I wandered still... Broken in my soul you sat, unknowing, confused, and waiting for my answer (reply). I wandered away... For months I fell into the winged cover of crows, I drowned in the smoke of burnt feather. I wrote of my sweet worm. I returned... You were not my worm, I was not your love. From that day on, we missed each other and continue to. My darling worm, I will love you still. I will try, I will try, I don't expect much more. |
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