Disheveled

The bedraggled beget bedfellows with Tangled hair, tattered sleeves, a sea churn chaotic. Comfort is found in a rumpled, ruffled unkempt state, Shared by a weary soul and a heartless sea sat beside. For sorrow will draw in where sorrow has been. Churn will discern a likeness for agitation, Beyond the calm that demands order, prim, proper, neat. For it's disorder that makes a ruffled mind Seek solace in a ragged heart, torn, and well worn.