Bored out of our minds we stroll around the streets in our small crazy city. We don't talk. We only share knowing looks when we see a stray cat, a couple holding hands, an old man too full of himself.
We laugh at random times and it all feels right. As you loop your arm around mine, it all feels right.
YOU ARE READING
poetry from cold autumn days
Poésiesomething something something... fancy description *throws confetti in the air from out of pockets* poetry. 🎞🎞🎞
