I watch the road,
I stare at nothing.
I see the sky,
I start to see something.
It is blue,
A bit of grey.
But nothing noticeable,
Nothing to say.
It is just there,
A diamond in the rough.
It really should be acknowledged,
But apparently it isn't enough.
But I still notice it,
I keep my eyes peeled.
But nothing I do,
Makes it fill up the field.
So I just continue to watch it,
Hoping it was enough.
But I just sadly sit there,
As I wonder of the diamond in the rough.
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Poetry
PoetryPoems I write because I decided not to make a million books! Some will stay as individual books though (: The cover is my awesome quill edited a lot! Thanks for reading tell me how you feel!
