Raindrops on our hair,
Mud on our shoes,
A mindless adventure,
Much better than cruise.
I asked, "Where are we?"
A seemingly perpetual end,
We tried to arrive
Shuddering, you replied,
"Who cares? This is one of the
Best days of our lives."
YOU ARE READING
Naive Girl
PoetrySitting on the bench Thinking about what we used to be And hopelessly imagining What we could have been Completed.
