There's no words to describe you.
Only beautiful teenage moments.
The first burst of a firework in summer.
The feeling of green grass between your toes.
Lightning bugs in the dead of night.
Hair blowing out of a crank down window.
The warmth of the streetlight illuminating a kiss.
The smoke from a wished on birthday candle.
The music playing behind a laugh filled conversation.
I can't remember the last time we said goodbye,
But I can tell you how you felt.
YOU ARE READING
Who's Heart is This Anyway
PoesíaJust some poems that I come up with on my own time... Here's a sample of one in the book: We were a kaleidoscope of colors, Twisting and turning, At every possible moment. A new masterpiece at every view.