Head tucked in his chest
She’s rolled into a ball
Forgotten all her stress
Sheltered from it all
His arms draped down her side
Protectively contained
The stillness of the time
A stranger’s look exchanged
The trickling Sunday rain
A shy look to the floor
A pounding head of pain
Sorry, have we met before?
Nov 28, 2010
Nov 28, 2010 at 4:01 AM UTC
Head tucked in his chest
She’s rolled into a ball
Forgotten all her stress
Sheltered from it all
His arms draped down her side
Protectively contained
The stillness of the time
A stranger’s look exchanged
The trickling Sunday rain
A shy look to the floor
A pounding head of pain
Sorry, have we met before?