The rain fell hard, like my heart on the floor
My friends looked sideways through their walls.
I had finally broke through, just to have more tossed up in my face.
Wishes to receive many phone calls was left as a false hope
Cowgirl boots and skinny jeans
Look out into the night for what it means
Mellow songs and the smell of oaks became a nostalgic fairytale
In the summer, when the expanse of sand heats up like a griddle
And it's too hot to think of slumber
The train whistle blows
The lonely owl hoots
Coyotes yelp
The airport beacon flashes
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A Collection of Poems
PoetryA description can say a lot, and it can say a little; so can a poem. Guess you'll just have to find out what it's gonna say.
