Oh Noetry

You ask me what’s wrong
I honestly just want to be still
But I make something up
Because stillness does not suit me
___ ___ ___ ___
The girl,
Perched like a gargoyle
On the roof of the house.
Through the window,
On the bed,
Lies the boy
Who, for an instant, made her feel like a woman
(Which was assurance enough of a future.) 
She watches the clouds move east
Though the wind blows south on her face
And for the first time
She feels Settled.

About Charlotte

In an attempt to figure it all out, I've broken the world up in to tiny pieces and am conquering them one at a time.
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