A trip to nowhere but we keep making stops.
Riding in silence bound by everything we're not.
You're at the wheel.
Will my lips break their seal?
Or will we continue barreling top-speed
into a future that I don't want but you need?
YOU ARE READING
Every Last Drop
Poetryfor hard times. for the lonely late nights. and the tears we cry. every last drop. * all rights reserved
