Cold air hits my face,
My feet trudge along the pavement,
I'm carrying my heavy backpack.
The trees stand still
No wind, no sound
The world seems still.
I can't even hear the birds singing their wonderful songs,
Or the wind whispering sweet nothings into my ears.
The grass is green,
Freshly cut.
The sky is like the ocean,
So many different shades of blue,
Soft clouds appearing in some places.
The sun is a glowing orb,
Giving warmth and comfort,
It radiates off my snow-like skin.
It is bright out,
And I can't help but notice how peaceful it is.
It puts me at ease.
I don't have any worries about school,
Homework is the last thing on my mind.
My thoughts have travelled to other faraway places,
Places I wish I could be at,
Physically, not just mentally.
I see my house,
Small, but cozy,
Beige, brick walls lace the outsides.
The interior is a mystery to the other people who walk past.
All they see are the outside looks of it.
They can't see the laughs, the smiles, or the tears
All shared in this one building.
My house could seem like a kingdom to me,
But it's a tiny cottage to someone else.
It's enticing.
I'm right in front of my door,
Ready to walk on in.
I exhale after the long walk I endured,
Brushing my red hair out of my face.
I look next to me and smile,
Because she is there.
And I can't wait to start this night.
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Strawberry Smoothie (Hiatus)
Poetry"Is it wrong to love someone? Your heart becomes as fragile as glass, and I'm scared she will shatter it, because she doesn't want a strawberry smoothie" The story of a girl, loving a girl who's too scared to love again. Cover created by: @myfo...
