it's raining.
windows and steering wheels smear into
the darkness of Dusk's saddened sky.
the clouds cry at the world's misfortune,
and the fog swallows you whole.
it's almost like the slippery, sodden road
is commanding your very soul.
YOU ARE READING
Your Smile is Blurry
PoetrySome shitty poems that I write for fun :)) Enjoy (or don't I mean it doesn't really matter)
