Wind whispered across my skin.
Sunlight disappeared behind dark mountains.
Darkness spread throughout the sky like black ink.
The moon rose quietly in the distance as stars began slowly illuminating the darkened sky.
A trains horn was heard in the distance.
Snow, began to softly fall to the cold ground.
Your hand grabbed mine.
All was well.
YOU ARE READING
REALITY
PoetryPoetry for those few souls that long for realness our world lacks Written not for reads but a place where I can write my feelings so I can attempt understand them myself. ••• To the boy that changed me. Heartbreak or not, you will live on in my burn...
