by Ari Collins
You loved a stone.
He had chiseled features and rock-hard abs, but that's not why you called him that. He was an immovable object and you weren't irresistible. When you left him for me, he was the same as when you met.
As for me, I never claimed I was anything but a mountain.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Rocks
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3 comments:
Nice play with language here.
What is that saying, if you can't bring the mountain to you, you go to the mountain.
Haha, nice play on it.
Wow, what a beautiful piece. Truly flows off the tongue. Nice use of language.
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