Lingers Still...





She is not swept, though she longs to be...

Swept like a ship on the rough seas...

Aches to shy of what could not be...
Lingers still, Just a second more...



She is not lost, though she longs to be...

Lost like a teardrop in the sea...
"Cling to me, lady mine", says he...
Lingers still, why, I do not know...



She is not all there, though she longs to be...

There like a siren spread with glee...
Puzzled by her own lone misery...
Lingers still, for how long though...

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Anonymous said…
original
keep it up

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