|Wicked One Way Street
Author: pastelroses PM
I feel as though I do so much for my friends, but they do not do the same for me. I feel as though I would save them and do things for them, but they wouldn't do the sameRated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 211 - Published: 11-08-11 - id: 2968589
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One Way Street
I'm standing on the edge of the dock,
Watching the wild waves,
Boldly break across the rocks on the smooth shore.
My heart starts to beat like a drum
As my skin starts to tremble tremendously
Like a lush leaf.
The fear starts to wash all over my body
Like a terrific tidal wave.
But as I see your battered body
Laying limp in the ravaged water,
I know I must jump.
So I use my body like a warm blanket
And save you from the searing storm.
The fear vanishes when I see
Your sapphire eyes quickly open
And your sweet smile
Appear on your face.
I kiss your soft cheek
As I pull you up to your feet.
I help you across the soggy sand,
But I trip over a sharp stick,
As a wild wave
Grabs me with its fierce fingers
And drags me into the
I wave my hands from side to side
As the darkness starts to
Silently suffocate me.
I wait for you to rescue me
But your body stands motionless
Like a significant statue.
And all I see before I am
Succumbed by the somber shade
Is your searing smile
Which slices my heart,
Even before it stops.