In a bed
Lives a sock
Tucked deep down into the nowhere.
It had a day
When it was the most bestest thing.
And then it got hot
And it fell away
And left by itself.
And now it wonders what else it might ever be.
In a bed
Lives a sock
Tucked deep down into the nowhere.
It had a day
When it was the most bestest thing.
And then it got hot
And it fell away
And left by itself.
And now it wonders what else it might ever be.
Hi! beautiful poem … I have nominated you for the Liebster award because I really enjoy your blog and work and wanted to show my appreciation.
http://parmisrad.wordpress.com/2013/01/26/the-liebster-award/
The simplicity is breathtaking!