Monday, February 8, 2010

eileen

We walk down a dock
and the water is cold,
You want me to
escort you.

How I'd love to go
swim with you in death,
but my heavy heart
won't let me tread.

I must stay
on the shore.
I am young,
my blood is warm.
I can take you this far
Now, my love, we must part.

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