she's always quiet
her mind's always loud
thoughts constantly drifting
fading into the crowd
she thinks
from the twisted acts of last night
to the bitter sweet sunrise
and off dreaming of flight
then on those sky blue eyes
taken to that rainy day
sadly then to what later followed
she thinks about saying hey
not long after the thought, swallowed
into her crazy,
changing mind
she's thinking
but no words can she find
always quiet
always loud
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryI write poems. I decided to post them on here. Why? No reason. Just cuz I can. Maybe someone will like them. Or relate. So um enjoy, I guess :-)
