As I walk outside, the wind grabs my hair and twirls it, plays with it.
It was whistling between the trees as I walk by.
It calls my name as I get lost in a thought.
It was too peaceful.
Even though it wasn't summer, spring was still beautiful.
I was full off it, grey skies full of lies.
You hurt me, and I can never forget.
-JB
YOU ARE READING
Sweet and sour feelings
PoetryThis is a poetry book filled a with a lot of original poems written by me. The dark times, the sour times and also the sweet times. A lot of feelings dipped on my pen and scribbled on my paper or my computer keys.
