Staring at the window
I saw how our cars moved,
Definitely a good idea to think,
Think how life also moves, the way our cars' do.
Fast, smooth, and sometimes rough
With many directions and ways to turn,
The same how our life goes on
But never how fast the car moves.
We all preferred a smooth sailing ride
But life ain't that way
We maybe stuck and tired,
But never broke, can't fixed.
YOU ARE READING
My Heartbreaks 💔
PoetryDug ... Dug ... Dug ... It's killing me Listen to me I can't take this anymore Nobody wants to know I'll just wrote it in a poem.
