Monday, June 30, 2008

I don't know why
Don't know at all
Just why or where
Or when we'd fall
Into a puddle of
Deep dispair or
Combing out the
Jungles' hair.
Are you stubborn
Did you break
Have you fallen
Does it ache
The way I do
When I saw you
Today.

Today I saw
The quip and quill
Of quotes quite kept
In kingdom still
And words poured out
Into an endless rush.

And now I have to catch a bus.