The wind sweeping through my hair,
Throwing it around in a flurry,
The jingle of my earings as the wind slaps my face,
This feeling of freedom
The feeling of euphoria
Pours through my body,
When I ride in the passenger side of the truck
Hanging my arm out the window,
Leaning my head on the head rest and tilting it to the right,
The sunlight heating my face,
I love going for the ride
In the big ol' truck,
The one that gives me happiness
Makes me feel like I'm flying,
I can't wait to do it again,
To feel the wind brushing my cheeks,
The air flying around me,
Like I sprouted wings and was soaring,
Then it stops,
But my smile doesn't fade,
Only to shine brighter,
As I wait for another ride,
In the truck.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryThis book can't even be described. It's just a book of the poetry that I've randomly written. Sometimes they're really short, long or moderate. Enjoy! ~Love, Fids
