Unscathed Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

Unscathed



We drift like driftwood
hitting two different shores

We drift like Viking funerals
slowly fading into the distance in flames

We drift like a pair of vagabonds
getting work on two different ships

We drift apart
and there is nothing else happening

There is no fight
There is no fuss

No frown
but I have one now

We drift like two unwanted lovers
and we happen to be unscathed

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