Everybody loved her and I didn't understand why.
She was a klutz a jester,
That laughed to pass time.
And I was annoyed of the world for reasons not known.
Maybe that's how I feel for her,
Because her laugh was like mine.
And I never knew it until I picked her up for our first ride.
And she was free like my imagination of adulthood.
The car ride was quite with my voice.
But riddled with her laughter.
And I was so confused,
About whether it was genuine or plastered.
So I cleaned my head and the car ride was still.
Until
She felt comfortable enough to share with me,
The world she had built.

And all I want to know is your world.
If you'd let me explore it.