Borrowed me? <br />Took my sleepy hand and dragged me down, <br />To the sea, below the sound and the rush, <br />If you did, it was a good plan, <br />Better than my own. <br /> <br />And, did you guess that you'd take back the nice things that were said <br />Replace them, with horrific things you did. <br /> <br />Cold pulse. burning breath. <br />I never saw your face, through the mask, <br />all the recognition from <br />When you looked in the mirror and noticed it gone. <br /> <br />Innocence and sweet incomprehension, <br />Covered now with fiery snow, blood <br />Flakes of skin peeling. <br />like a heart <br />Pricked with white. <br />Veiled with memories of stone, in heads strong sight.<br /><br />amber maria moon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memories-of-the-waves/
