the soft music drifted through our ears
drowning out the aggressive swearing
that was floating through the floorboards.
the rhythmic pounding of the rain
creating a natural symphonic calm in our hearts
that nothing else could conduct.
open books
and
soothing looks
pleasing to the soft eyes
that have seen too many lies.
YOU ARE READING
maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poetrya sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
