Paintings affect each person differently.
Some may feel a connection;
others might not care.
The artwork I see is something unique.
8:45 P.M.
A storm is moving in,
but we keep going.
There's nothing stopping us.
Riding in a golf cart,
with a complete stranger.
Wind blowing my hair.
Slight glances from both of us.
The murals are eye-opening.
The river risen.
The person right next to me.
The history I see in this town.
I'm living.
No stress overflows me.
All thoughts have escaped.
I'm creating my own mural.
June 20th, 2019
YOU ARE READING
If It Wasn't For You
PoetryYou never know what you will come across in life, rather if it'll be your future husband or wife. I've developed an entire new view, if it wasn't for you. You'll travel my journey line by line. Come along for the ride. Live in someone else's shoes f...
