Wildness, inconsistency,
tides and beauty,
stand still you asked, but dear,
Have you ever heard of a stagnant river,
have you ever heard of a calm hurricane,
have you ever heard of a dull thunder
it sounds the same as your request.
A wanderer my mind,
a nomad at heart
and an explorer from vision.
Dont ask me to stop, for I will sink
it wont be a home if it has four walls,
As for me it would be a coffin.
-She tusked when he asked her where would she settle for a home.
YOU ARE READING
THE GIRL WHO SPOKE POETRY
PoetryThe thing about pain is, it makes you question.. what makes you human? ____________ **Not cliche, I repeat, Not cliche, WARNING, not cliche**
