The morning air
smells like bread and coffee,
Making me remember
that I forgot to eat before leaving.
People are now starting to get themselves ready,
for work or for their families.
Thid day will surely be the same as yesterday,
with everybody being busy and
come home thirsty
and tired
and hungry.
But maybe something
will change
before this day ends,
Maybe there'll be
a great rain that
will come pouring down
before everybody gets home,
or maybe
none.
YOU ARE READING
Her Broken Letters
PoetryThis is a compilation of the poems I wrote since the year I realized how beautiful writing your emotion was. The poems were a bit sad, some are inspired by songs, movies, or simply just by someone I stared at the bus station going to school. So, enj...
