You drove me home, too late at
night, too alive with the hope
mirrored in my eyes.
My dreams smell like rain,
sound like piano keys, and
taste like coffee.
Your dreams smell like sunlight,
sound like gentle laughter, and
taste like honey.
You told me, "call me sometime,"
and scribbled your number at the
bottom of ripped notebook paper.
It's been too long,
I've been missing who we were before
You take out your keys and hold out your hand.
Let's go home this city sky is
nothing like ours, impossible
to see the stars.
Drive slowly, this city's darkness wants
to hold onto young skin and stone hearts.
The road holds a kindred spirit, an electric feeling
to let us fall into our unguarded dreams......
*CRASH*
Broken glass,
And tinted windows,
Finally reaching their crescendos,
Heart beat stilled
Hand frozen forever
Words lost in time
Dead to the world
But I'll never fall
Glass in my head
My heart broken in two
Tears fall
From behind blind eyes
A mute child cries
YOU ARE READING
Through Her Eyes
PoetryJulia knows about paper hearts like broken windows and blue children in a world of grey souls. She knows what it's like to bloom and what it's like to wither away until there is nothing left. But a car wreck can change everything in an instant. Su...
