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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
