Friday, February 17, 2012

Hand

It's too late not to string you along.
I asked too early and waited too long.
I tried to wash away your pain.
You're circling the sink.
How persistent should I remain?
I've tried everything I think
I could know how to do.
I am not equal to your demands.
If you still need someone to talk to,
I volunteer my hand.

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