my mind?
left to wander the darkest alleys like a trollop on the prowl,
finding nothing to wrap itself around.
it is left on the ground,
in an old puddle of rain and sewer water,
waiting for an unexpected visitor to carry it home.
my mind?
left to wander the darkest alleys like a trollop on the prowl,
finding nothing to wrap itself around.
it is left on the ground,
in an old puddle of rain and sewer water,
waiting for an unexpected visitor to carry it home.