Walking down the little pink path,
Everything seems truly amazing,
Especially when you reach an ice cream stand,
You order your ice cream and receive it,
You smile and continue down your path when you fall face first.
Your palms burn and your ice cream smudged on the floor in front of you. You start to feel the pain spread everywhere in your body. Then you feel tears stream down your face and then began to sob. You continue your path and look down to your knees. You see blood trickling down your legs. You continue to sob and wipe your snorting nose with your sleeve.
You continue the path and open the door to the next path.
YOU ARE READING
Today
PoetryEveryday we take the same path, everyday we notice something new, and everyday we forget the little things that are so important in our simple little lives. ----- This comes from within my personal feelings and emotional moments I have. Enjoy :)
