The warm roadside lights,
Cool breeze in my face,
Heart full of love,
Head full of retro music.
I cover my face with the hand,
They think I'm allergic to the dust,
But, the hand still wears your scent,
From holding hands with you.
A smile across my lips,
They think I'm mad,
But the lips still feel you,
From kissing your forehead.
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So I had been searching for some poems I wrote. It was a blur. I thought I had them and I thought maybe they were just ideas but I forgot to write them altogether. Anyway, yesterday I hit jackpot. And it seems I do have a folder of these cliche short snippets (not going to stop me from posting them anyway). Yeah so this is the first of those.
Also, new cover!!! And that's me you cannot clearly see in there.
Thanks again, for your time.
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Void Of Morsels- Poetry
PoetryEvery attempt I made at poetry has been collected inside this book. All good, and bad. Inside, are those poems directly related to my life and otherwise. Thank you, most valuable reader, for taking your time here.
