like a bottle drifting through the ocean,
she wandered through life,
trying to explain the words in her head
or why when she was cut she bled ink.
no one could understand her language though.
because she spewed out riddles
like pieces of a puzzle that never fit together.
so she would sit alone and weep
as the tears of ink ran down her cheeks.
for it shattered her soul to be with people
yet at the same time fated to be forever
a l o n e.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 10:15 PM UTC
like a bottle drifting through the ocean,
she wandered through life,
trying to explain the words in her head
or why when she was cut she bled ink.
no one could understand her language though.
because she spewed out riddles
like pieces of a puzzle that never fit together.
so she would sit alone and weep
as the tears of ink ran down her cheeks.
for it shattered her soul to be with people
yet at the same time fated to be forever
a l o n e.
