The pitter-patter of the rain and the soft purr of the engine lulls me to sleep
The seat shaking ever so slightly
The rain drops on the glass panels makes for a melancholic sight
And the steady silence that consumes me contrasts hussle and bustle of the world
My eyes glazed just ever so slightly,
flitting from one object to the next
I realize I'm searching for you,
for the other half of me
Even knowing that you won't appear
A mirthless smile curls my lips
And I stare at my reflection
"fool", I whisper to myself
Such a fool
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Those Things You Call A Poem
PoetryJust a collection of my in and out creativity. This is my rant area so warning, it's cringe, and emo, and just a mess.
