Fleur555

It fell like some disparaging truth Refusing to evaporate - Weighing me down - Sloppy without remorse Ruining what little wealth Of words I carried folded in my pocket. They were the last syllables I had given you - I wrote them down - Practiced them - But to no avail - For when the moment came, I could not speak them. Now they are blurred - Unrecognizable as everything else I have ever imagined or Foolishly dared believed in. This was the reality You wanted me to see? To be soaked and cold - To view the world from behind Dripping bars of truth that despite their frailty I can not break through. I should just leave