Monday, February 14, 2011

164/365 Please Lord, Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood

When you tole me I was your best friend,
I was clearly confused by what that meant.

I thought it meant that I could call on you when I found myself crying uncontrollably.

But maybe I cry too often...
Maybe I drowned you in my tears.

Please know,
that wasn't my intent.

I was trying to teach you how to float.
I've heart that water makes the body feel weightless,
I didn't know it could find it's way into your lungs,
and bring you down.

I didn't mean to bring you down.

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