Dust tangles with golden weeds.
Fog twirls with gutters in the streets.
Rain dances with the leaves in the trees.
Frost lingers on car windshields.
The sun warms every dark deal.
And snow mingles with random items on the bottom of shoes.
But clouds sigh, from their place up in the sky
alone with everything beneath them
what a lonely world it is
when everyone you know takes part in a life
that you see so close
and can't experience.
YOU ARE READING
Nobody Was Meant to See
Poetry[Trigger Warning, please be safe when reading] They aren't supposed to know. They aren't meant to read these poems that I'm writing. I've concealed them for a reason. -Shitty poems about how I feel-
