May 6, 2022
Your finger tips dancing across my right collar bone,
My head resting comfortably on your shoulder.
The music softly playing in the background,
Your opposite hand on the steering wheel.
Feeling the sunset warmth on my face,
The tug of a smile on the corner of my lips.
Glancing up at the rear-view mirror,
Catching you already watching me.
A smile on your face,
I wonder if this is what true happiness feels like.
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Chaotically Organized
PoetryWelcome to my chaotic mind, expressed in free verse poetry that just down right sucks, however it is the process of expression and finding myself. From healing, to pain, to falling down again, to hoping to find myself. Chaotically organized and sh...
