I stare at the trees
As I feel the breeze
The cold night air
Just gives me a scare
I feel someone watching
As I just keep staring
I turn around
But I see no one around
Who are you
Why aren't you here
I hear your voice
But you're no where around
YOU ARE READING
Literature
PoetryPoetry is what happens When your mind stops working, And for a moment, all you do is feel.
