Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2017
I think its the lights,

or maybe the sounds?

that make late night car rides

so peacful.

With the radio to drown out

all your demons,

of stress and depression.

And lights flickering by,

making your eyes look like galaxies.

Staring out the window,

watching the sleeping world

as you drive passed.
car rides
Ella
Written by
Ella  14/F
(14/F)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems