the sour bite of furnace fumes
echo through the dew-dripped town
a girl with bunny-ear tied boot laces
and a pretty boy with no care in the world
darker circles under a pair of green irises
trying to spot the freckled face she's all to used to
drowned beneath the rush of
scuffed shoes and worn down minds
she can't reach the pair of eyes
fast enough
always on the outside, looking in
heart sinks
as her feet match the tempo of the song
she plays through broken headphones
stranded
in the middle of somewhere
not quite sure where it is
YOU ARE READING
a hopeless romantic's winding tales of love and other things.
Poesíaventing via poetry, as it seems to move me forward ... enjoy! most of these are probably gonna be super lovey dovey. ♡
