These are random things from my other book that I'm just putting here for some reason idk
Head resting
against the window.
The bus shakes,
head swaying along with it,
i want to ask you:
What are you thinking right now?
i can tell you're
looking
At me.
But what's in your head?
And
Do you care
for what's in mine?
The song i have found life within
The one i choose
Everyday
to replace you with.
Do you know,
That I don't feel
Whatever it is
you're saying
when you
look this way?
YOU ARE READING
Acts of Rain ||a collection of poetry|| #Wattys2016
Poesía((Look at how dramatic past me kinda made this description)) //older poems are kinda shit// Same old empty feelings. So I've tried writing poetry now.. Mostly more on the sad side, but I am not you, the reader, and pain and beauty are viewed diff...
