this is the time of my yesterday
when i right clicked to the left
and landed next to you
i gave a chance glance
5 seconds to the right
and here we are into the night.
i met this stranger
never stood up
i had 5 hours to keep you
intertwined.
voices fall from my head holes
and here we are into the night.
i held myself from the coldest wind
YOU ARE READING
Salad Days
PoetrySad poems from sad and angry times. Written from a juvenile time (14 years old) to older. That's what you get when you leave a teen to ponder reality. A pen hits reality harder than high school survival. Original Art from Vivianne Rheaume
