Feb 2014
Driving through time,
Reflecting on memories
The flashbacks come
In a spiral of streets
All it takes is a whiff
Of sweet salty air,
To think of that day on the beach,
When love was in the air
Driving through time,
I think of you, It's
Enough to make
Me carsick.
2/11/14
(a.f.c)
Reflecting on memories
The flashbacks come
In a spiral of streets
All it takes is a whiff
Of sweet salty air,
To think of that day on the beach,
When love was in the air
Driving through time,
I think of you, It's
Enough to make
Me carsick.
2/11/14
(a.f.c)
I've decided to write a series of 18 poems, because instead of trying to patiently wait until February 28th, this is my version of a countdown, to keep me preoccupied.
