They did not hold hands,
but they connected in different ways
She was a lost girl, a blackened lamp
He was a shooting star, everywhere
everywhere
.
They poured out castles of sand,
He put himself in her way
Yet it was she who left a stamp.
But she felt like they were nowhere
nowhere
.
He was a sailor of the dreams he loved.
She was a girl he only knew of.
He'd been hurt, and she never learned
how to hide her eyes, tear burned.
Toward the light they would bask,
What did he think? she dared not ask.
He collected a skein of water or two,
So that they could enjoy another view
.
And with the light they were singed
Embroidered with blood and wine
And there was nothing they could share
Unless they were nowhere.
Nowhere.
.
How many lips were rouge-tinged
Eyes glinting like a silver fork tine,
It was not the night that had them scared
It was the hunger to be somewhere.
.
Somewhere.
I/N : I apologize for the seeming disjointedness, and the title changes - technical issues.
