I met someone who felt the need
Of meaningful conversations and unhinged deeds
Stating the mind should not mix and dilute
Should be able to undauntedly speak
Then a day passed in our ramblings
She spoke of wit, puns, and standing our ground
I spoke in tones, met her half way
And then her thought led her astray
It was never demanded we be in love
Nor was either into pangs of focus with awe
Today I found she had run for the hills
And left the conversation abruptly still
Why indulge then in heartfelt conversationWhy dive into the stormy black sea
For if one must ask, and if one should receive
Why then should one be a runaway steed.
No comments:
Post a Comment