March 16
The lights flickered and the birds chirped.
But it was 12 am.
The sun wasn't out.
We were snuggled up on one seat in my car, the most unsafest way to be in a vehicle, as it was parked.
It was peaceful.
It was where we needed to be when we needed to be there.
It was right.
It was with you.
YOU ARE READING
Pathetic Poetry
PoetryHere lies the things that were untold, until now. Please give credit if taken. Pictures come from my own photography or the internet.
