Windows steam up
In a car
In the dark
In a park
Windows steamed up
Pictures on the glass
Images across time
The beat plays on
A song in the background
Living in an oxymoronic
Metaphor to a better time
Eons ago before the pain
The agony of life
A pleasure in my spine
Not a second goes by
With out the fingers in my mind
Scaring my thoughts
The flowers are colourful and beautiful
The flower you are
Stands out from the others
4 comments:
You have some really vivid memories
Why do you say that
seeing the details down to the fingers
How is that?
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