September air,
Blowing against her face,
The past may not be fair,
But the present feels amazing.
Who knew,
That she could fall so easily,
For someone new,
To her life.
Worries of losing a friend like him,
Scares her more than anything,
Though she won't let any thought so dim,
Change tide of the future.
YOU ARE READING
The Broken Road
Poetry"Sometimes the broken road is the only way home." -Unknown Part Two: I guess I'm in love. --------- A collection of 2018 poems. 3/12/19 #227 in broken 3/13/19 #285 in finding happiness 4/6/19 #5 in living life
