You were following me
Thought I wouldn't see
Driving through town
You had some sort of frown
As you followed me
I weaved through the streets
As I stare at your seats
In my rear view mirror
I could see her
Turning now
Breathing now
Turn the street
Reappear
As if teleported
I become noided
Who was this woman
Who was following me home
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Untold Verses (Poetry and Art Book)
PoetryDear reader, These are my poems written on sleepless nights and gloomy days. From love to loss, to stories of random moments in my day. This is my story, I hope you enjoy
