Jessie Jett (12/31/1989 / Maryland)
Did you fall in my lap?
Where did you come from?
See all these stalking mishaps?
Did you just so happen to be,
A coincidence to me?
For what other things do you see?
Is it lurking upon a game?
Is it something without a stain>
I see into the mist.
To what we may wish.
To how we may live.
To embrace the fallen unaccomplished.
To what we never knew,
To what will happen.
To what is true.
Would I know you,
If you knew?
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.