The bad memories of my past
Fly by me
Like beautiful, blurred scenery
Out the window
Of a speeding car
When I have you
Creating new, hopeful
Memories
In the passenger seat
Everything that
Shattered me
Is now
In my rear view mirror
YOU ARE READING
Scattered Poetry
PoetryPoetry that does not fit into other genres so, they are just compiled here for your enjoyment.
