The road is slick,
and I am homesick.
You left me on the stairs,
wishing the fog wasn't so thick.
YOU ARE READING
Tangents
PoetryIt's some kind of literary form. Quote me: k.t. Sometimes explaining something does not give it meaning, but leaves it without purpose.
When will I see you again?
The road is slick,
and I am homesick.
You left me on the stairs,
wishing the fog wasn't so thick.