• republishing because it was deleted on accident•
longevity
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there was no one else around, no one else awake. she slipped on her shoes and climbed the back gate.
she walked down the road, through the middle of the street. no cars were driving - only her and her feet.
she walked down the pavement, all cracked and worn.the soft lavender sunrise made her feel forlorn.
she wanted to find love in her cold, empty heart. she wanted a new life, wanted a brand new start.
she met the end of the road, and from there she turned left, down a sidewalk lined with trees and a city lined with theft.
she was cautious for the strangers, the ones in which she was warned of, but of them she did not worry; of them she was above.
the street stood quiet, beckoning her to walk not on the path, but on the road marked with chalk.
she looked around for cars, but upon finding none, she walked into the street, assuming it'd be fun.
but something in the distance, something she didn't hear, was a big black car, quickly driving near.
so as her fragile legs walked the seemingly empty street, the car came up and knocked her off her feet.
the driver was unapologetic and only continued driving, while she lay in the middle of the road; broken, alone, and dying.
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sincerely
Poetryhonestly just a book of love letters at this point. i mostly write about one person but heyyyy i mix it up sometimes. the earlier poems aren't my best wok but they progressively get better.
