Her

My bathing water,

Like a tidal wave. 

Washing away my sins. 

The soap, 

A million eyes staring back. 

Warm irritiating water,

Feels like Hell.

Driving me to delirious jealously. 

The sensation.

Her kisses linger. 

Clear, crystal water, 

Seeing through my lies. 

She's in my mind, 

Her hair, 

Flowing between my fingers. 

All but a sad memory. 

Oh how I miss, 

Her. 

The soft hazel eyes. 

The dangerous water, 

Drowning my sorrow. 

Controlling my life, 

For there is no tomorrow. 

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