the sun filters
through the window
softly and sharply
all at once
casting dusty light
over the study
it reminds me
of cobblestone pathways
and quaint little shops
decorated with fairy lights
and tangled flowers
it's romantic
like a storybook
without a plot
YOU ARE READING
i wouldn't call it poetry
Poetrybasically, this is like less than half of my poetry journal. umm... here you go UPDATE: 12/20/17 I've been going through the long process of cleaning up my account so it'll be presentable for the now multiple people at school who want to read my emb...
