Blurs of blue and green and gold
Past the window where it's so cold
The trees quiver in the winter wind
The sidewalks crack and never mend
In a yellow bus with gray leather seats
With calloused hands and blistered feet
Our eyes are full of sand, lacking sleep
Here where insanity's tendrils creep
But we love it here with all our hearts
No matter how much we're torn apart
YOU ARE READING
Jars of Stars
RandomThis is a collection of the poems I've typed up on my iPad. I've noticed I enjoy incorporating nature and space into my poetry, so if you dig nature and space read my poems! Some of them are dark, some are brighter, some rhyme and some are just word...
