You know the most peaceful sadness I've felt?
Crying in a car.
The music still blares.
Cars drive by.
The wind still blows,
right through the windows,
drying my tears.
The fogginess of it all,
the haze that doesn't stop.
Its an uncontrollable release of pain,
that feels as if you're stopped,
in the middle of a storm,
as the world storms just outside.
You are so frozen in time that the only thing you feel,
is peace.
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.
