Jul 2013
It's always alarming that I can
Smile and sing the whole way home,
Windows down, hair dancing in the night air
As I drive along the empty roads and streets,
And as soon as my hands
Turn the key out of the ignition,
My sadness creeps up, paying the fare from my subconscious to my heart,
Where it resides until tears slip down my cheeks.
Smile and sing the whole way home,
Windows down, hair dancing in the night air
As I drive along the empty roads and streets,
And as soon as my hands
Turn the key out of the ignition,
My sadness creeps up, paying the fare from my subconscious to my heart,
Where it resides until tears slip down my cheeks.
This was written maybe a week ago. I have a bad tendency of letting my sadness and tribulations eat away at me, and become a little too immense- this is how I apparently felt when all of that happened.
