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Tendril in Close Proximity by Blu Wynd Faerie

Rated PG

shriveled rose, petals cracking

i look a little dead

i blame you

here i come, here i come

here i pace, here i pace

here i wait, here i wait

i fling out vines to you

i'm a jilted bride,

starfish left by the tide

benchwarmer on the side

here i'm waiting, but i'm pacing

once you were in the palm of my hand,

now you slip through my fingers like sand

the irony makes me laugh, cry

here i'm waiting, but i'm wasting

you're evasive, persuasive

it's hard to hold onto your breeze

you're much too hard to seize

here i'm waiting, but i'm wilting

water me up, shine on me

blind me so that i might see

you're the sun, the only one

here i come

here i pace

here i wait, and waste, and wilt

'til i'm the root alone, clinging still

my tendril is so close