Stepping softly into the paths of rain
landing tracks like tears on my cheeks.
The gorgeous grey sky is still;
The gory grey road is red.
The car crashed here.
The car crashed here;
The gory grey sign was red.
The glossy grey road was slick.
Leading tracks, like scars on their cheeks;
Stopping sharply on the paths of rain.
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Poems of my Mind
PoetryThese are a collection of poems that I have written in my spare time and at University. They're in practically chronological order from 2009 - present day (except the first couple) so the most recent updates WILL be more thought-out and poetic. But...
