your at the park
A soft breeze caresses your face as you sketch out the world around you
your mind is not on your drawings though
it's on the girl from the diner
it's been two weeks but she still plagues your mind
laying back you close your eyes
The grass is scratchy against your skin and the sun gently warms you up
and then your sun is blocked
somebody has blocked it out
and when you open your eyes you smile with giddiness
it's her
the girl from the diner
YOU ARE READING
Late Night Thoughts
PoetryAn anthology of my poems. If you would like to embark on this poetic journey- open, read, and travel through my mind.
