Poezja

The little man stands by my side.
I feel as if I should run and hide.
He looks at me and points out to sea.
Tells me its the most beautiful thing it could be.
I look at him and I see his eyes.
He has tears coming down as he cries.
I ask the little man about all his tears.
He tells me he lost his friend that was so dear.
I look at him and ask him how.
He told me that he was going to kill me now.
I look at him and ask him why.
He told me because you're a tall woman that stood by my side.
I think I should've ran and hide. 

©2010 Christina Posey