Where am I?
Where am I supposed to be?
Up, up, up the front steps
I take a clenching breath in, in, in
The doors fly open and I gaze at my new found surroundings
Where am I?
Where am I supposed to be?
The high, high, high ceiling
The mellow, mellow, mellow buzz
I stride into the room, curious but distracted
The people watch, noticibly amused
Where am I?
Where am I supposed to be?
I try, try, try to ignore the blazing gazes
As I head Down, down, down the staircase
The paintings on the walls glisten, glisten, glisten
My bracelets jingle as I turn the door knob
Shocked by the sight, I swiftly jump backwards
Where am I?
Where am I supposed to be?
My eyes fill, fill, fill with delight
Before me, lies the memories, memories, memories
I creep into the room, curious but not at all distracted
A tear trickles down my cheek but I am not worried
Well, this is where I am
Maybe even where I'm supposed to be
*********************************
A/N :
Hallå! Well that was a quick update, wouldn't you agree? I've been in a creative mood lately, I guess. Anyway, did this poem 'tickle your peach?' If you witnessed love at first read, please vote to share that new found happiness. Oh, and I changed my cover/title. Do you like this one better or the old one? Please let me know in the comments. Okie dokie then.
-just_an_echo 21
YOU ARE READING
Where The Sun Meets The Skyline
PoetryIt takes just the right kind of light to create such a sight. But that's the beauty of it; it only happens when the timing is right. This a collection of poems written by yours truly. Hope you enjoy!
