Pas de touché (A work in progress)
I brought my love to the water,
To shed her skin, soul and tears;
Away away I cried,
And away she did.
She left her image burned into my eyes,
So that anywhere I turned I saw only her,
I often return to those same waters
To wash her out of my sight
Only to find that she waits for me at that same place
I try to reach for her in the water
To capture her once again,
I built a well out of her memory but it dries up
I channelled her into a stream but I just can’t hold her
I should’ve been a builder or a fencer,
Four wall to hold her in
Two arms to hold her tight
But these silly fingers thought he could hold her
Now all I can see is her slipping right through.