Just My Poems

#124 Picture

The buzz of the crowd is a passing tree when driving on the freeway. It was so loud, begging for attention, yet it just kind of whizzed pass me.

I did take notice of it, as something bigger was on my mind. A silhouette, haunting every inch of my skin, making it crawl, and the hairs on my arms stand on end.

The feeling of love, blocking out and focusing.

Snap goes the picture.