Driving down
the old dirt road
dust clouds everywhere
Driving down
passed the worn out sign
knowing when to draw the line
turning off the back road
Driving down the way
Headlights shining on the house
Driving down
the old dirt road
making new tracks
Driving slow
breathing low
Parking on the drive.
getting out
stepping down
walking up the stairs
to the house
this is why
I was driving down.
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★
Random poem from a topic my friend gave me. I hope you like it.
vote
comment
fan
loves y'all

YOU ARE READING
Love's a lie
RomanceThese are all poems about real things of dreams that I have had and most are strange but oh well!