Tributary I ran the river rescuing you— down to its bed, drowning in regret from promises you let swallow truth. Burial mouths limed with residue your lies greenlit filmed what you did, yet I ran the river rescuing you, ignoring it as if I would swoon over scenes you’d read and get respect from promises you let swallow truth. But this isn’t an audition, too many men have stood where you slipped, if I ran the river rescuing you, if I felt this act should continue, then I would have to admit I’m wet from promises you let swallow truth. As I hold you under its deep route, know what I’ve told you never forget: I ran the river rescuing you from promises you let swallow truth. Share:ShareClick to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Skype (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) Related February 15, 2016July 14, 2016 Categories: Poetry