"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Sunday, September 5, 2010

MisMatched Socks.

You and I,
a pair
of mismatched socks
hidng in the dryer.
we know
we're wrong for each other,
we know
we don't match.
And for some unknown,
unreasonable reason,
we just keep coming together,
like a pair
of mismatched socks.

1 comment:

"Write with our backs to the wind and our faces to the hard, bleaching sun."