She was a piece of sidewalk poetry,
a few lines written down in chalk.
But her meaning went unnoticed,
as they all simply continued to walk.
They never stopped to glance down,
at the words there on the concrete.
They just stomped away her words,
and continued down the street.
YOU ARE READING
This Book is Probably About You.
PoesíaHis eyes are the perfect poem, i'll spend forever trying to write. On an endless search for adjectives, to capture them just right. I could try to write their meaning, but I think you'd fail to understand. 'Cause nothing quite that beautiful could b...
