I do a lot of things
Like smile and close my eyes
And pet and kiss my dreams
But sometimes
In the lonely last dark of my room
In the lonely last dark of my brain
I do almost nothing
YOU ARE READING
Lured By Life
Poetryso you cry and wonder if red lights really mean stop or if its time to cross the bright highways and be caressed by passing cars because maybe then maybe you'd be an explorer
DVA
I do a lot of things
Like smile and close my eyes
And pet and kiss my dreams
But sometimes
In the lonely last dark of my room
In the lonely last dark of my brain
I do almost nothing
