|Don't Mean Much
Author: Odette Ashworth PM
I came up with this after I had a Vasovagal Reaction ( Something like fainting that happens when I have Migraines). I was left on the floor for two hours and I thought of this at that time.Yes, I am not good with summaries obviously, but read it please.Rated: Fiction T - English - Family/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 211 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 12-07-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3080942
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AN: So this is my original poem I hope you like it and reviews are wanted!
Don't Mean Much
On the cold tile I lay watching her back as she leaves.
Too weak and too tired to even get up on my knees.
Our dislike for each other tends to lean toward loathing.
Still I would never leave you if you truly needed help like it was nothing.
How can a person so young be this cold?
Do you not remember the day I saved you when you were four years old?
We were at a family friend's house,
And you were quiet as a mouse.
Till we saw the snakes in the bottom of the pool.
Which we thought was really cool.
You leaned too far forward and fell in the deep.
I didn't even stop to think.
It would take too long to grab a hook,by that time you would sink.
I went down the steps then swam to you.
Swimming was still very new for you.
Then I grabbed you from behind and swam back.
Once you were on the steps you started to hack.
I risked getting pulled under by you,
But I guess I don't mean much to you.