There was a song she found herself singing,
She heard a scream,
There was no car ahead,
She couldn't stop herself from driving.
*
She dove off the concrete without a thought,
It started to rain all of a sudden,
She saw a curtain of arrows,
Splash, she was excited.
*
It was 9pm at H-35,
The Area Code of Love,
The song she was singing puts
its arms around her wrist.
*
Why write poetry?
It's rainy in Heaven,
so let's have the music on,
and write the story of our life in lyrics.
4 comments:
what a fun song.
;)
Writing poetry to depict life is similar to painting a picture to capture the essence of that moment. Well-written!
Wow. This was wonderful.
Wow. This was wonderful.
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