we drove down the winding road,
20 mph over the limit,
all to see a man sing and hear girls scream.
rushing to reach our destination;
a large arena soon become the trunk of a tree.
the screaming girls became wailing sirens.
dancing turned to laying stiff,
but i heard my name and blinked myself out of my thoughts;
still driving on that same road with the same plans.
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melancholy thoughts
Poetryan assortment of phrases and paragraphs i've written in the privacy of my own notes. here's sad poetry from a sad writer. *all poetry is mine!! [highest: #18 in poetry]
