Sweetes smell pierced my nose,
Yes, that her, half unclothed,
Ignore the hit,
Pass on a hill,
Faster, faster for the thrill,
One hand on me wheel,
Panties rip,
Another car, a head on hit.
- next to you
YOU ARE READING
Shattered glass
Poetry［Highest ranking: #15］"Perhaps 'it wasn't meant to be' was our meant to be" he says as he chugs down yet another drink. She looks at him and rolls her eyes, "I wonder when your organs will give up on you too".
