'In this wake, where we are',
she started, always hysterically.
'Let's be all we can,
To know what we are.'
He pulled that same face.
He never understood.
Said her words were riddles,
Smack talk against some wood.
She just wanted him to float with her
Down streams of murky wonder.
Stopping at ponds, pools of shadows.
Sharing in love, the dawning of sonder.
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 9:06 PM UTC
'In this wake, where we are',
she started, always hysterically.
'Let's be all we can,
To know what we are.'
He pulled that same face.
He never understood.
Said her words were riddles,
Smack talk against some wood.
She just wanted him to float with her
Down streams of murky wonder.
Stopping at ponds, pools of shadows.
Sharing in love, the dawning of sonder.
