the antics of ferry road
things you'd never believe
etched into the asphalt
beneath our feet.
motorcycle songs
with car engine melodies
omniscients pass by
without their sky.
if you can see everything,
then where's your key?
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...
