She feels like the trumpet on a power song bridge.
She feels like the winter,
She feels like the rain that blows against my face.
She feels like the first and last song of an album.
She feels like the poetry I will never stop writing.
She feels like the world but I could never say that.
I could never say any of it.
YOU ARE READING
when my lighter drops
Poetryhow i feel, how i felt, the way i write. small things i talk about in my mind
