These were better timesA Poem by Madelinethis ones kind of old and tbh is it even a poem??
each window glinting orange and pink as the sun begins to set behind you. The car goes faster and faster still Until you gently slow to a stop. Looking down you see a bundle of small white flowers in your lap, baby's breath or something of the like as the car begins to pick up speed they begin to sway ever so slightly in the breeze. It smells of sea and dusk, you do not know where you are going but you are content for the first time in a while, the sky outside is fading gold and violet
It's so pretty, you think It is, she says You look to your right and see a girl with wavy black hair thicker than the ocean is deep But her face You hardly even remember that she's there. She begins to sing a familiar tune The wind steals her words and carries them away but the melody is clear. You feel, you feel sad, even if it isn't yours © 2018 Madeline |
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