the music suits the mood in this little blue car.
a slow song with a drawling sorrow
speaks about our strained tension.
i can see it even though
your glasses try to hide your eyes
it still seems to fog them up
like your anger has created heat
and i feel the burn.
YOU ARE READING
noontime sonder
Poetry"poetry for those who need it, and poetry for those who yearn for it" /// trust me, i dont know either
