You had gotten yourself stranded, as you often do.
And, I've never heard you so scared.
Can't say a I blame you,
we've all got our talking snakes and pervasive spiders,
occasionally the floor eats our toes,
and there isn't a soul who hasn't heard their own secret
whispered back in a stranger's voice.
So I brought you home, and saved the day.
But what about tomorrow?
Who is the savior of the week ahead?
I'm your superhero of the moment, but I can't save you.
You fell.
On a side/non-cryptic note:
What's my favorite color bitch?
What Rejected Crayon Are You?You are