Head out the window,
lost in the lights, blank as the page I'm hereby to write.
Who would've thought.
Torn flannel & ripped lows,
holding your hand.
Who would've thought.
Angel from above, blue dress & pinned hair,
holding my hand.
Who would've thought.
Daydreaming of being your hero, dreaming of unfolding adventures.
Who would've thought.
Her beautiful looks, godly body, serene voice.
All brought to light, when she smiles.
Who would've thought.
Filled my heart with supple walls but black void.
Who would've thought?
A blender of positiveness & ominous thoughts.
Dignified, dark hands creeping from below, from the life beneath, pulling me bad, taking me over.
Inept I am, to love.
Who would've thought?