Confessions of a Good Girl: A Poetry Collection

Tuesday Night

heart pounds

in time with music

the wind whips hair across my face

feet pound the ground with heavy steps

lonely night

empty fields for company

the sun sets in a blaze of color

nowhere to run to

longing to grow wings

like a bird

to soar higher than any sorrow

longing to fly away...just for a little while

a key in the lock

step into an empty house

slip into my bed

and dream