ride from nowhere
have you experienced riding on a tram, a bus, or any transport wherein you don’t know which way it will lead you? you’ve known the city but never its scapes, you know the name, but you could never escape. it’s a ride from nowhere, with no one beside you, but you sat there scathed, knives full behind you.
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Spaces Between Love and Skies » Poetry
PoezieHere's to the words left unsaid, voices gone, emotions excelled; To spaces between love and skies, there are apologies, regrets, lies, and goodbyes.
