Gravel hitting converse is my melody.A Poem by CinderBows
Sitting downtown in a colourful city, thinking about a colourful girl.
Warmth on her legs,
spreads to her spine.
Growing taller still
Golden hair falls flat,
as a nasal voice reigns high.
Colour escaping, bright as the marker
used to etch lyrics and notes onto her wrists.
The most beautiful thing about her,
Was plastic hitting steal.
Tick tick, as a pick
gives a sunburst frame the ability to feel.
© 2011 CinderBows
Added on April 3, 2011
Last Updated on April 3, 2011
AboutBIO: I'm a young writer who feels at ease with a pen and paper, I feel I can express my feelings and opinions much better through what is written, than spoken. Music is my passion, and I aspire to tur.. more..