I'm completely useless
at anything other than friends.
I can't do good for anyone beyond that,
and that's alright,
thats fair.
I was just not made for the rest.
It's not inside me, my shallow depths
are clear and blue, but shallow nonetheless.
Throughout the listless pools and restless waters
I am fine as I was made.
Regardless of how I would like to,
I'm an argument that holds no water.
I'll remain a leaking pail, and spill
your feelings,
all, like rain.
When the tears slow down and the ripple's settled,
When the tide has fallen once again,
Back at you, what is reflected?
Is it your face?
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