The lights
On the field
Glint off the helmets.
The grass
Brown from Autumnal rain.
The ball soars through the air
A pass, a catch...
Touchdown!
6, 8, 14 points.
And it's only the first half
Under Thursday night lights.
YOU ARE READING
When I Look To the Sky
PoesíaMy life as poetry. I love poetry and everything writing, this is where I write it down. My life, my struggles, my friendships, my heart. I hope you enjoy it:)
