you map out the journey upon your skin
the road has been bumpy, memories washed down with gin
as the valleys get deeper, your destination nears
you never traveled past your teenage years
YOU ARE READING
dark poems
Poetrythis seems like poetry and prose sometimes it's more than you'd suppose see, what my mind creates, goes but what that is, nobody knows
there's a fork in the road and a knife in your back
you map out the journey upon your skin
the road has been bumpy, memories washed down with gin
as the valleys get deeper, your destination nears
you never traveled past your teenage years
