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We are oil and water, an impossible combination.
I, water, knew this from the start.
But you, oil, seemed determined.
You overflowed me with you, desperate to fuse.
You refused to see, no matter how much you shook us,
mixed us, and attempted to blend us together.
We would never work, never bond.
The ingredients become useless when combined.
Water becomes impure and
oil loses it's heat.
I will always flow and you will always burn.
This won't, can't, change.
We parted, shedding ourselves of any remnant of the encounter.
And after this moment I will never again think of
oil and water becoming one.
Nice...very poetic breakup, maybe you should have nate play the guitar and you can your new song Chorus "Oil and water, you suck together" :P It's okay, maybe you'll find some kool aid to mix with ;)
ReplyDeleteThat is really a beautiful poem. Too bad that really good poetry usually stems from inner pain. If that's the case with this poem, I hope the offending pain doesn't last long...
ReplyDeleteOOoOOOO Taleah you are so talented! Oil sounded like a pain in the you know what to me. Go water!
ReplyDeleteOil is a dirty poo-face anyway.
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