Dark streets with bright lights,
Busy roads on quiet nights;
Quiet and soft,
Unbeknowingly lost.
Winter's gone but it's still cold,
Your songs are predictable, story foretold.
Turned in knees, misshapen thighs,
Crooked smiles and sunken eyes.
Dazed and confused, blissfully bemused;
Tired old thoughts, brain abused.
Unknown endings, incomplete cerebration
And you said goodbye with no explanation.
YOU ARE READING
An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
