You're a city.
Neon lights and busy traffic.
Your heart is 88 feet high
And filled with the desires of those who dare travel in your blood
Yes, I still appreciate your beauty
When your streets need repairs
When your sunken eyes are all I can see
And they pull the shutters on your dreams
You're a forest.
Far away in the crook of two mountains.
Your eyes are the trees
Your feet are the breeze as it travels along in whispy silence
I am a traveler
Though you change from day to day you are a masterpiece
Your bright lights and misty skies pull me in
And I wouldn't mind getting lost in you
YOU ARE READING
Thus Far... (Poetry Collection)
PoesíaPoems of all sorts-- usually pretty sad. Written by me, Darian Rehder.
