Rocks

I remember these rocks, do you?
The water washed away the blood
Across my mind such memories flood
I cannot still contain their force
And you just watch me
And laugh, of course
It never mattered
Never mattered much to you

I remember those days, do you?
The scenery so peaceful it’s obscene
Given our actions in between
My hands will never be wiped clean
They’ll never be wiped clean

I remember this shoreline, do you?
The last sight that a friendship saw
And all those promises we swore
To keep within our shadowed hearts
And you just shake your head
And laugh, your part
Was something you enjoyed
And never mattered much to you

I remember our crime, do you?
You washed with blood the purest green
Stood high above us like a queen
Our hands will never be wiped clean
They’ll never be wiped clean

(c) Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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2 Responses to Rocks

  1. Skye says:

    Very mysterious!! :) Well done, Sis!!

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