The warm sun glistens on my face
As I'm in the car
The motion of the car cradles me and I start to fall asleep
My tired eyes are still able to enjoy the beautiful scenery as I'm on the freeway
The music in the car flows along with me
As if it's directing the words to me
I like being in the car because it seems to separate me from the rest of the world
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Poems
PoetryI read and write poems, I write poems to get all the thoughts and ideas out. More realistically PAIN, but other than that I feel like people can relate to such words as mine.
