You are driving with the radio on
and the windows open.
You are a brand new notebook with the pages still
crisp, clean, white.
You are the night sky full of stars,
You are coffee in the morning.
She turns the radio off,
She spills on the paper,
She's scared of the dark.
She closes the windows and only drinks tea.
YOU ARE READING
Shadow People and Other Poetry
Poetry“So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.” ~ Perks of Being a Wallflower. A collection of freeform poetry cataloguing my thoughts and feelings.
