I find my self in the High way
Higher and higher I go
The car windows are wide open
Therefore I can feel the strong currents of wind ... 84 miles per hour
Its a dark, moonless night. Not to mention the stars are missing tonight. I see pure clouds along the electric atmosphère
Everything stops feeling clear now
As everything fades away, the city lights are the only object that glares through my dark crystal chocolaté eyes. I ask " can you smell the lonely freedom now? "
Fresh summer air mixed with a melancholy past. As I smell and feel the approaching air I began to hear your faint and délicate whisper. It's no longer music to my ears.
Why is it that I am reminded of you the second my porcelaine skin connects with the wind.
YOU ARE READING
Sweet Melancholy
PoetryShort poetry is all i can say .... Lost in paragraphs of an undying love. A long story that was bound to never happend .... But it still did. Here is where the words must end ... They no longer have a meaning and they betray reality and it's dimensi...
